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The SICK MONKEY.
Epigram I.
A lady sent lately for one Doctor Drug,
To come in an instant, and clyster poor Pug—
As the fair one commanded he came at the word;
And did the grand office in tie-wig and sword.
To come in an instant, and clyster poor Pug—
As the fair one commanded he came at the word;
And did the grand office in tie-wig and sword.
The affair being ended, so sweet and so nice!
He held out his hand with “you—know, ma'am, my price.”
“Your price,” says the lady—“Why, Sir, he's your brother,
“And doctors must never take fees of each other.”
He held out his hand with “you—know, ma'am, my price.”
“Your price,” says the lady—“Why, Sir, he's your brother,
“And doctors must never take fees of each other.”
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