Verses Addressed to Dr. Wynstok
VERSES addressed to Dr . W YNSTOK , upon the Author's Recovery from a very severe Nervous Disorder .
I.
Since rosy Health once more displays
Her sprightly gladsome Train,
With renovated Strength the Muse
Attempts this grateful Strain.
II.
But first, to Heav'n's all-ruling Pow'r,
She bends with thankful Heart;
Without who's Aid, of what Avail
Is ev'ry human Art?
III.
Hail W YNSTOK ! tho' no rattling Car
Proclaims thy Worth's Approach;
Skilful Assistance may be found,
Not launching from a Coach.
IV.
Henceforth no more let tinsel'd State,
With Glare of outward Show,
Stamp Ignorance with Sterling Parts,
To grace the Blockhead's Brow.
V.
Hail W YNSTOK ! tho' each envious Son,
Of Galen's num'rous Tribe,
With Dignity of Wig should feign,
Thy Merits to deride;
VI.
Yet will I set to public Note,
Thy Health-dispensing Pow'r;
This Gratitude demands — with Joy
I seize the present Hour.
VII.
What, tho' no Birth-right Claim you boast
To Britain's fav'rite Isle,
Nor Place nor Climate can confine,
True Genius knows no Soil!
VIII.
Accept the Wishes of a Heart,
Restor'd to social Joy;
May this successful Merit speak,
Your Title to employ.
I.
Since rosy Health once more displays
Her sprightly gladsome Train,
With renovated Strength the Muse
Attempts this grateful Strain.
II.
But first, to Heav'n's all-ruling Pow'r,
She bends with thankful Heart;
Without who's Aid, of what Avail
Is ev'ry human Art?
III.
Hail W YNSTOK ! tho' no rattling Car
Proclaims thy Worth's Approach;
Skilful Assistance may be found,
Not launching from a Coach.
IV.
Henceforth no more let tinsel'd State,
With Glare of outward Show,
Stamp Ignorance with Sterling Parts,
To grace the Blockhead's Brow.
V.
Hail W YNSTOK ! tho' each envious Son,
Of Galen's num'rous Tribe,
With Dignity of Wig should feign,
Thy Merits to deride;
VI.
Yet will I set to public Note,
Thy Health-dispensing Pow'r;
This Gratitude demands — with Joy
I seize the present Hour.
VII.
What, tho' no Birth-right Claim you boast
To Britain's fav'rite Isle,
Nor Place nor Climate can confine,
True Genius knows no Soil!
VIII.
Accept the Wishes of a Heart,
Restor'd to social Joy;
May this successful Merit speak,
Your Title to employ.
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