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 And very wretched sure is he, that's double In nothing but his titles and his trouble. Add to this crying grievance, if you please, My horses founder'd on Fermanah ways; Ways of well-polish'd and well-pointed stone, Where every step endangers every bone; And, more to raise your pity and your wonder, Two churches — twelve Hibernian miles asunder! With complicated cures, I labour hard in, Beside whole summers absent from my garden! — But that the world would think I play'd the fool, I'd change with Charley Grattan for his school — What fine cascades, what vistoes, might I make, Fixt in the centre of th' Iernian lake! There might I sail delighted, smooth and safe, Beneath the conduct of my good sir Ralph : There's not a better steerer in the realm; I hope, my lord, you'll call him to the helm." — "Doctor — a glorious scheme to ease your grief! When cures are cross, a school's a sure relief. You cannot fail of being happy there, The lake will be the Lethe of your care: The scheme is for your honour and your ease; And, doctor, I'll promote it when you please. Meanwhile, allowing things below your merit, Yet, doctor, you've a philosophick spirit; Your wants are few, and, like your income, small, And you've enough to gratify them all: You've trees, and fruits, and roots, enough in store: And what would a philosopher have more? " You