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But yet the bauld Apothecary
        Withstood the shock:
I might as weelhae tried a quarry
        O' hard whin-rock.

Ev'n them he canna get attended,
Altho' their face he ne'er had kend it,
Just-in a kail-blade, and send it,
        As soon's he smells't,
Baith their disease, and what will mend it,
        At ance be tells't.

And then o' doctors' saws and whittlss,
Of a' dimensions, shapes, and mettles,
A' kinds o' boxes, mugs, and bottles,
        He's sure to hae:
Their Latin names as fast he rattles,
         As A, B, C.

Calces o' fossils, earths, and trees;
True sal-marinum o' the seas;
The farina of beans and pease;
        He hast in plenty;
Aqua-fontis, what you please,
        He can content ye.

Forbye some new, uncommon weapons,
Urinus spiritus o' capons;
Or mite-horn shavings, filings, scrapings,
         Distill'd per se;
Sal alkali o' midge-tail clippings,
         And mony mae