A _Doctor_ and his _Patient_.
_Pray Sir How d’ye Find your self?_ says the _Dr._ to his _Patient_. Why
truly, says the _Patient_; I have had a Violent Sweat. _Oh the best Sign
in the World_ quoth the _Dr._ And then a little while after he is at it
again, with a _Pray How d’ye find your Body?_ Alas, says the T’other, I
have just now such a Terrible Fit of Horror and Shaking upon me! _Why
this is all as it should be_, says the _Physician_, It shews a Mighty
Strength of Nature. And then he comes over him a Third time with the same
Question again; Why I am all swell’d, says T’other, as if I had a Dropsy;
_Best of all_ quoth the _Doctor_, and goes his Way. Soon after This,
comes one of the Sick Man’s Friends to him with the same Question, how he
felt himself; why truly so Well, says he, that I am e’en ready to Dye, of
I know not how many Good Signs and Tokens.
The MORAL.
_A Death-bed Flattery is the worst of Treacheries._