English poem
Metallic Points
by Anonymous
Let men elate, of Doctors prate, That know to spread the plaister; And make a rout to cure the gout, Or any sad disaster.
Not GALEN, or HIPOCRATES, Nor any learned sage, Sir; Could boast such worth, as has its birth, In this enlighten'd age, Sir.
For sting of bee, or bite of flee, Or stiffness, cold, or wound, Sir, Metallic points will ease the joints, And leave you safe and sound, Sir.
Rheumatic pain, or bruise, or strain, Or pimple, wart, or freckle, But rub enough, they take it off, And never leave a speckle.
Then fear no more, or pain, or sore, Or shaking fits, or jerkings, For each disease, he'll cure with ease, Huzza for Doctor PERKINS.