Classic Poem

I was a Quack, and there are men who say
That in my time I physicked men away,
And that at length I by myself was slain,
By my own doings ta'en to relieve my pain.
The truth is, being troubled with a cough,
I, like a fool, consulted Dr. Gough,
Who physicked to death at his own will,
Because he's licensed by the State to kill.
Had I but wisely taken my own physic
I never should have died of cold and 'tisick.
So all be warned, and when you catch a cold
Go to my son, by whom my medicine's sold.