But sure with patience I may bear, 15 A loss I ne'er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have,
My cheer of Mind destroy,
Whilst thus I sing, I am a King,
Altho' a poor Blind Boy! 20
____________________The Dispensary1Canto IV
NOT far from that most famous Theater,
Where wandring Punks each Night at five repair;
Where Purple Emperors in Buskins tread,
And Rule imaginary Worlds for Bread;
Where Bently, by Old Writers, wealthy grew, 5 And Briscoe lately was undone by New:
There triumphs a Physician of Renown,
To scarce a Mortal, but himself, unknown.
None e'er was plac'd more luckily than He,
For th' Exercise of such a Mystery. 10 When Bur--ss deafens all the listning press
With Peals of most Seraphick Emptiness;
Or when Mysterious F--n mounts on high,
To preach his Parish to a Lethargy:
This Æsculapius waits hard by, to ease 15 The Martyrs of such Christian Cruelties.
Long has this happy Quarter of the Town,
For Lewdness, Wit, and Gallantry been known.
All Sorts meet here, of whatsoe'er Degree,
To blend and justle into Harmony. 20 The Politicians of Parnassus prate,
And Poets canvass the Affairs of State;
The Cits ne'er talk of Trade and Stock, but tell
How Virgil writ, how bravely Turnus fell.
The Country-Dames drive to Hippolito's, 25 First find a Spark, and after lose a Nose.