FAB. LXXIX. The woman and Oculist.
A Woman, much afflicted with sore Eyes,
Sent to a skilful Oculist for Cure,
He came, and undertook it for a Sum,
Which she engagd to pay, when she was well:
Moral and political fables, ancient and modern done into measured prose intermixed with ryme by Dr. Walter Pope.
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- Moral and political fables, ancient and modern done into measured prose intermixed with ryme by Dr. Walter Pope.
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- Pope, Walter, d. 1714.
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- London :: Printed for Thomas Horne ...,
- 1698.
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Page 74
He often came, and often dressd her Eyes,
And whilst, forcd by the smart, she kept them shut,
He every day stole something out o'th' House,
Till there was nothing left. At last it chancd,
His Remedies had their desird Effect,
Then the Oculist demands his recompence,
But she refusd to pay't. My Sight is worse,
She said, then when you first enterd my door,
Then, every part o'th' House appeard to me,
Well stord with Goods, but now I nothing see.
The MORAL.
Benefits are effaced by Injuries.