Dr. PHAETON alias CLAPSON

None but a fool would fee a Doctor high, (Ev'n was the patient ready then to die) Without he visited in coach and four, For doctor Katterfelto could do more: A splendid phaeton makes up want of sense, And doubly serves to draw the needy pence; For who could doubt his wond'rous skill to cure, Who drives a Phaeton and prescribes to poor? If students dull are pinch'd to get degrees, Why, Provost, Doctors, Masters must have fees, And then you'll get your grand diploma out— Procure a coach, and raise a mighty rout; Four firey, prancing, handsome, well-match'd greys, Or else as many long-tail'd sprightly bays, Then you may laugh at heav'n and hell and devil, But mind....be always to plebeians civil.