The daring freedom of his soul, ’twas plain, In part was lost in a divided reign: A king and queen, who yet in prudence sway’d Their peaceful state, and were in turn obey’d. Yet such our fate that, when we plan the best, Something arises to disturb our rest: For, though in spirits high, in body strong, Gwyn something felt--he knew not what--was wrong; He wish’d to know, for he believed the thing, If unremoved, would other evil bring: 290 She must perceive, of late he could not eat, And when he walk’d, he trembled on his feet; He had forebodings, and he seem’d as one Stopp’d on the road, or threatened by a dun; He could not live, and yet, should he apply To those physicians--he must sooner die.” The mild Rebecca heard with some disdain, And some distress, her friend and lord complain: His death she fear’d not, but had painful doubt What his distemper’d nerves might bring about; 300 With power like hers she dreaded an ally, And yet there was a person in her eye;-- She thought, debated, fix’d--“Alas!” she said, A case like yours must be no more delay’d. You hate these doctors; well! but were a friend And doctor one, your fears would have an end. My cousin Mollet--Scotland holds him now-- Is above all men skilful, all allow: Of late a doctor, and within a while He means to settle in this favour’d isle; 310 Should he attend you, with his skill profound, You must be safe, and shortly would be sound.” When men in health against physicians rail, They should consider that their nerves may fail; Who calls a lawyer rogue, may find, too late, On one of these depends his whole estate; Nay, when the world can nothing more produce, The priest, th’ insulted priest, may have his use. Ease, health, and comfort, lift a man so high, These powers are dwarfs that he can scarcely spy; 320 Pain, sickness, languor, keep a man so low, That these neglected dwarfs to giants grow. Happy is he who through the medium sees Of clear good sense--but Gwyn was not of these. He heard and he rejoiced: “Ah! let him come, And, till he fixes, make my house his home.” Home came the doctor--he was much admired; He told the patient what his case required; His hours for sleep, his time to eat and drink; When he should ride, read, rest, compose, or think. 330 Thus join’d peculiar skill and art profound, To make the fancy-sick no more than fancy-sound. With such attention, who could long be ill? Returning health proclaim’d the doctor’s skill. Presents and praises from a grateful heart Were freely offer’d on the patient’s part; In high repute the doctor seem’d to stand, But still had got no footing in the land; And, as he saw the seat was rich and fair,