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”When old corruption first begun,
Adorn’d in yellow vest,
He committed on flesh a whoredom–
O, what wicked beast!
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From them a callow babe did spring,
And old corruption smil’d
To think his race should never end.
For now he had a child.
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He call’d him Surgery, & fed
The babe with his own milk,
For flesh & he could ne’er agree,
She would not let him suck.
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And this he always kept in mind,
And form’d a crooked knife,
And ran about with bloody hands
To seek his mother’s life.
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And as he ran to seek his mother
He met with a dead woman,
He fell in love & married her,
A deed which is not common.
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She soon grew pregnant & brought forth
Scurvy & spotted fever.
The father grin’d & skipt about
And said, ‘I’m made for ever!
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For now I have procur’d these imps
I’ll try experiments.’
With that he tied poor scurvy down
& stopt up all its vents.
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And when the child began to swell,
He shouted out aloud,
I’ve found the dropsy out, & soon
Shall do the world more good.’
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He took up fever by the neck
And cut out all its spots,
And thro’ the holes which he had made
He first discover’d guts.”