Chapter Six -

When old corruption first begun,
Adorn'd in yellow vest,
He committed on flesh a whoredom--
O, what a wicked beast!

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.

He call'd him surgery, & fed
The babe with his own milk,
For flesh & he could n'er agree,
She would not let him suck.

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.

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.

She soon grew pregnant & brought forth
Scurvy & spott'd fever.
The father grin'd & skipt about,
And said, "I'm made for ever!'

"For now I have procur'd these imps
I'll try experiments.'
With that he tied poor scurvy down
& stopt up all its vents.

And when the child began to swell,
He shouted out aloud,
"I've found the dropsy out, & soon,
Shall do the world more good.'

He took up fever by the neck
And cut out all its spots,
And thro' the holes which he had made
He first disover'd guts.
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