Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
THE BEST PRESCRIPTION, NOT IN THE
PHARMACOPŒIA. |
Stones from The Quarry | ||
THE BEST PRESCRIPTION, NOT IN THE PHARMACOPŒIA.
Our leeches have a wondrous armoryOf weapons to foil Death with in fair fight.
His Deathship does not stoop to read and write,
Or gravestone-morals point as he goes by;
Yet did he, from chance curiosity,
E'er of the Pharmacopœia get sight,
He'd take out a diploma, M.D.'s right
To practise his own speciality!
Drugs there for every human ache and pain
That civilisation doth, self-sickened, make.
Nay, drugs to cure drug-aches; bane, counterbane!
But that best cure, preventive, for whose sake
Death latest, gentlest comes, we seek in vain:
Labour—worth all, if quantum suff. we take.
Stones from The Quarry | ||