Classic Poem

Q UERPO , surrounded by the rabble Rout,
Scatter'd his Packets, and his Jokes about;
When a poor Fellow, sillier than the rest,
Came cringing up, and thus the Quack addrest:
Pray, Doctor, if I may but be so bold,
Amongst the many strange things you have told,
Pray can you tell One how to cure a Scold?
For I, my Neighbours know't, have such a Wife!
That in plain Terms I'm weary of my Life.