True RESIGNATION

When Colin's good dame, who long held him a tug, And defeated his hopes by the help of the jug, Had taken too freely the chearuping cup, And repeated the dose till it laid her quite up; Colin sent for the doctor: with sorrowful face He gave him his fee, and he told him her case. Quoth Galen, I'll do what I can for your wife; But indeed she's so bad, that I fear for her lise. In counsel there's safety—e'en send for another; For if she shou'd die, folks will make a strange pother, And say that I lost her for want of good skill— Or of better advice—or, in short, what they will. Says Colin, your judgment there's none can dispute; And if physic can cure her—I know yours will do't. But if, after all, she shou'd happen to die, And they say that you kill'd her—I'll swear 'tis a lye: 'Tis the husband's chief business, whatever ensue; And whoever finds fault—I'll be shot—if I do.