English poem
Dr. CHENEY's ANSWER
by Anonymous
My system, Doctor, 's all my own, No tutor I pretend; My blunders hurt myself alone, But yours your dearest friend.
Were you to milk and straw confin'd, Thrice happy might you be; Perhaps you might regain your mind, And from that wit get free.
I can't your kind prescription try, But heartily forgive; 'Tis natural that you bid me die, That you yourself may live.