"Is there no hope?" the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill, And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.

Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

And in requital ope his leathern scrip, And show me simples of a thousand names, Telling their strange and vigorous faculties.

an intensely competitive environment.

Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther The more experience finds you: and go sparing - One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain The poorer and the baser you appear, The more you look t