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THE KING OF THE DOCTORS.
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But your wars are all ended, you’re now at your ease,
The Regents are bound for your debts;
You may fleece your poor students as much as you please,
Tax boldly, matriculate, double your fees,
You can pay off all scores in brevets.
So a health to your highness, and long may you reign,
O’er subjects obedient and true;
If the snaffle won’t hold them, apply the curb-rein;
And if ever they prance, or go backward again,
May you horsewhip them all black and blue!
D.
