mountebanks contended for a
spruce young gallant, t’other well in age.
brags that furthered this contention
Are too too tedious in this place to mention.
The governor of the town did thus decide
That by their antidotes they should be
Each of them poison should the other give,
And he that by
preparatives did live
Should have the present stage and future glory,
And the defunct should live in this
The lots were drawn, the young man first did
An ugly toad in
sippets for his
verdigris for sauce, this he presents,
Which the old mountebank sadly
Yet he with many
ate it up.
The sauce he most unwilling did sup,
For the young
quacksalver would never
Till, like Jack Sprat, he licked the platter clean.
Then, looking that he should have fall’n and died,
His young antagonist he did
Saying, “You gave to me a
But I will neatly satisfy your wish.
I’ll offer what is pleasing to your sight,
Naught but this little piece of
Which, as philosophers do all presume,
Had its original from
Alcides drew him up to Earth
His foam gave hellish aconite its birth.”
The young man
fain would have this bit refused;
The old man to
baffling being not used,
Gave him the root, which he no sooner ate
But his sad heart and every vein did beat,
His mouth to either ear did stretch so wide,
And in this horrid posture straight he died.
Then let this teach all in their youthful age
Not to contest with
those are old and
Nor like this
gallant on their wit rely,
Lest they, like him, ere long do grinning lie;
This bold young quack, his proud attempts did feild;
Then let me ever to my betters yield.