An _Impertinent_ Dr. and his _Patient_.
A _Physician_ was told One Morning that a Certain _Patient_ of his was
Dead, why then _the Lord’s Will be Done_, says he: We are All Mortal;
but if This Man would have Forborn Wines, and Us’d Clysters, I’d have
Warranted his Life This Bout for God-a-Mercy. Well, says one, but why did
you not rather give him This Advice when it might have done him Good,
then stand Talking of it to no manner of Purpose Now the Man is Dead?
The MORAL.
_’Tis to no Purpose to think of Recalling Yesterday; and_ when the Steed
is Stoll’n, of Shutting the Stable Door.