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Yet they, returning ill with good,
relieve us from our coughing (coffin.)
At times they kill us, to be sure,
in cases rather tickle;
But when they ve killed, they still can cure,
their patients - n a pickle.
And when at last we needs must die.—
the doctors' cannot save
From death—they still most kindly try
to snatch us from the grave
Merry And Wise.
Let who will complain of the troubles they meet
they re matter of laughter to me:
A dash of the bitter the sweet makes more sweet
I therefore contented will be.
If Fortune looks kindly I ll bask in her smiles;
if frowning—my comfort is still,
That life's but a span and good humour beguiles
the time be it bad as it will
My Friend proves unfaithful I ll seek out a new,
nor trouble my head about that;
I'll pity the changeling I ll honour the true
and chearfully laugh and be fat.
What tho‘ I a coach and six horses can t have
