mountebanks contended for a
2A spruce young gallant, t’other well in age.
3The various brags that furthered this contention
4Are too, too tedious in this place to mention.
5The governor of the town did thus decide
6That by their antidotes they should be
7Each of them poison should the other give,
8And he that by
preparatives did live
9Should have the present stage and future glory,
defunct should live in this sad story.
11The lots were drawn. The young man first did dress
sippets for his mess,
verdigris for sauce. This he presents,
14Which the old mountebank sadly resents;
15Yet he with many faces
ate it up.
16The sauce he most unwilling did sup,
17For the young
quacksalver would never
Till like Jack Sprat he licked the platter clean.
19Then looking that he should have fall’n and died
20His young antagonist he did
21Saying, “you gave to me a
22But I will neatly satisfy your wish.
23I’ll offer what is pleasing to your sight:
24Naught but this little piece of
25Which, as philosophers do all presume,
26Had its original from
Alcides drew him up to Earth,
28His foam gave (hellish) aconite its birth.
29The young man
fain would have this bit refused.
30The old man to
baffling being not used
31Gave him the root, which he no sooner ate
32But his sad heart and every vein did beat.
33His mouth to either ear did stretch so wide
34And in this horrid posture
straight he died.
35Then let this teach all in their youthful age
36Not to contest with those are old and sage;
37Nor like this gallant on their wit rely,
38Least they like him e’re long do grinning lie.
39This bold young quack his proud attempts did
40Then let me ever to my betters yield.