To a Druggist
Thou Esculapian, half-starved wretch,
Thou nostrum vender of the pill,
The Sexton's friend — thou shar'st his fees
With victims that thy physic kill.
Unfit to tend an ailing cat,
Or to a jackass give relief: / Thou'll' ne'er suit me, you nauseous spook,
Of human lives a legal thief.
