him with the same Question, how he felt himself; why truly so well, says
he, that I am e'en ready to die, of I know not how many good Signs and Tokens.
A death-bed Flattery is the worst of Treacheries.
A Doctor and his Patient
Pray, Sir, how d'ye find yourself? 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 t'other, I have just now had 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