Four Popular Songs (1)/The doctors

The Doctors.

Be honours which to kings we give
⁠to doctors also paid:
We’re the king’s subjects while we l ve:
⁠the doctors when we re dead.

Though when in health and thoughtless mood
⁠we treat them oft with scoffing
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