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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 



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

to which I‘ve a very good right: