The Borough. Letter Vii: Professions--physic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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NEXT to a graver tribe we turn our viewA
And yield the praise to worth and science dueA
But this with serious words and sober styleB
For these are friends with whom we seldom smileB
Helpers of men they're call'd and we confessC
Theirs the deep study theirs the lucky guessC
We own that numbers join with care and skillD
A temperate judgment a devoted willD
Men who suppress their feelings but who feelE
The painful symptoms they delight to healE
Patient in all their trials they sustainF
The starts of passion the reproach of painF
With hearts affected but with looks sereneG
Intent they wait through all the solemn sceneG
Glad if a hope should rise from nature's strifeH
To aid their skill and save the lingering lifeH
But this must virtue's generous effort beI
And spring from nobler motives than a feeI
To the Physician of the Soul and theseJ
Turn the distress'd for safety hope and easeJ
But as physicians of that nobler kindK
Have their warm zealots and their sectaries blindK
So among these for knowledge most renownedL
Are dreamers strange and stubborn bigots foundL
Some too admitted to this honourd nameM
Have without learning found a way to fameM
And some by learning young physicians writeN
To set their merit in the fairest lightN
With them a treatise in a bait that drawsO
Approving voices 'tis to gain applauseO
And to exalt them in the public viewA
More than a life of worthy toil could doA
When 'tis proposed to make the man renown'dL
In every age convenient doubts aboundL
Convenient themes in every period startP
Which he may treat with all the pomp of artP
Curious conjectures he may always makeQ
And either side of dubious questions takeQ
He may a system broach or if he pleaseJ
Start new opinions of an old diseaseJ
Or may some simple in the woodland traceR
And be its patron till it runs its raceR
As rustic damsels from their woods are wonS
And live in splendour till their race be runS
It weighs not much on what their powers be shownT
When all his purpose is to make them knownT
To show the world what long experience gainsU
Requires not courage though it calls for painsU
But at life's outset to inform mankindK
Is a bold effort of a valiant mindK
The great good man for noblest cause displaysV
What many labours taught and many daysV
These sound instruction from experience giveW
The others show us how they mean to liveX
That they have genius and they hope mankindK
Will to its efforts be no longer blindK
There are beside whom powerful friendsY
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advanceZ
Whom fashion favours person patrons chanceZ
And merit sighs to see a fortune madeA2
By daring rashness or by dull paradeA2
But these are trifling evils there is oneS
Which walks uncheck'd and triumphs in the sunS
There was a time when we beheld the QuackB2
On public stage the licensed trade attackB2
He made his laboured speech with poor paradeA2
And then a laughing zany lent him aidA2
Smiling we pass'd him but we felt the whileB
Pity so much that soon we ceased to smileB
Assured that fluent speech and flow'ry vestC2
Disguised the troubles of a man distress'dC2
But now our Quacks are gamesters and they playD2
With craft and skill to ruin and betrayD2
With monstrous promise they delude the mindK
And thrive on all that tortures human kindK
Void of all honour avaricious rashE2
The daring tribe compound their boasted trashE2
Tincture of syrup lotion drop or pillD
All tempt the sick to trust the lying billD
And twenty names of cobblers turn'd to squiresF2
Aid the bold language of these blushless liarsF2
There are among them those who cannot readG2
And yet they'll buy a patent and succeedH2
Will dare to promise dying sufferers aidA2
For who when dead can threaten or upbraidA2
With cruel avarice still they recommendI2
More draughts more syrup to the journey's endI2
'I feel it not ' 'Then take it every hour '-
'It makes me worse ' 'Why then it shows itsJ2
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power '-
'I fear to die ' 'Let not your spirits sinkK2
You're always safe while you believe and drink '-
How strange to add in this nefarious tradeA2
That men of parts are dupes by dunces madeA2
That creatures nature meant should clean ourL2
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streetsM2
Have purchased lands and mansions parks and seatsM2
Wretches with conscience so obtuse they leaveN2
Their untaught sons their parents to deceiveN2
And when they're laid upon their dying bedG2
No thought of murder comes into their headG2
Nor one revengeful ghost to them appearsO2
To fill the soul with penitential fearsO2
Yet not the whole of this imposing trainF
Their gardens seats and carriages obtainF
Chiefly indeed they to the robbers fallP2
Who are most fitted to disgrace them allP2
But there is hazard patents must be boughtQ2
Venders and puffers for the poison soughtR2
And then in many a paper through the yearS2
Must cures and cases oaths and proofs appearS2
Men snatch'd from graves as they were dropping inT2
Their lungs cough'd up their bones pierced throughA
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their skinT2
Their liver all one schirrus and the frameM
Poison'd with evils which they dare not nameM
Men who spent all upon physicians' feesJ
Who never slept nor had a moment's easeJ
Are now as roaches sound and all as brisk as beesJ
If the sick gudgeons to the bait attendI2
And come in shoals the angler gains his endI2
But should the advertising cash be spentU2
Ere yet the town has due attention lentU2
Then bursts the bubble and the hungry cheatV2
Pines for the bread he ill deserves to eatV2
It is a lottery and he shares perhapsW2
The rich man's feast or begs the pauper's scrapsW2
From powerful causes spring th' empiric's gainsU
Man's love of life his weakness and his painsU
These first induce him the vile trash to tryX2
Then lend his name that other men may buyX2
This love of life which in our nature rulesY2
To vile imposture makes us dupes and toolsY2
Then pain compels th' impatient soul to seizeJ
On promised hopes of instantaneous easeJ
And weakness too with every wish compliesZ2
Worn out and won by importunitiesZ2
Troubled with something in your bile or bloodA3
You think your doctor does you little goodB3
And grown impatient you require in hasteC3
The nervous cordial nor dislike the tasteC3
It comforts heals and strengthens nay you thinkK2
It makes you better every time you drinkK2
'Then lend your name 'you're loth but yet confessZ2
Its powers are great and so you acquiesceZ2
Yet think a moment ere your name you lendI2
With whose 'tis placed and what you recommendI2
Who tipples brandy will some comfort feelE
But will he to the med'cine set his sealE
Wait and you'll find the cordial you admireD3
Has added fuel to your fever's fireL2
Say should a robber chance your purse to spareE3
Would you the honour of the man declareE3
Would you assist his purpose swell his crimeF3
Besides he might not spare a second timeF3
Compassion sometimes sets the fatal signG3
The man was poor and humbly begg'd a lineG3
Else how should noble names and titles backB2
The spreading praise of some advent'rous quackB2
But he the moment watches and entreatsZ2
Your honour's name your honour joins the cheatsZ2
You judged the med'cine harmless and you lentU2
What help you could and with the best intentU2
But can it please you thus to league with allP2
Whom he can beg or bribe to swell the scrawlP2
Would you these wrappers with your name adornH3
Which hold the poison for the yet unbornH3
No class escapes them from the poor man's payD2
The nostrum takes no trifling part awayD2
See those square patent bottles from the shopI3
Now decoration to the cupboard's topI3
And there a favourite hoard you'll find withinT2
Companions meet the julep and the ginT2
Time too with cash is wasted 'tis the fateJ3
Of real helpers to be call'd too lateJ3
This find the sick when time and patience goneK3
Death with a tenfold terror hurries onL3
Suppose the case surpasses human skillD
There comes a quack to flatter weakness stillD
What greater evil can a flatterer doA
Than from himself to take the sufferer's viewA
To turn from sacred thoughts his reasoning powersZ2
And rob a sinner of his dying hoursZ2
Yet this they dare and craving toA

George Crabbe



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