In a subsequent epistolary allusion to this, he says:— I ritu a verse o na molli o mi ne, Asta lassa me pole, a lædis o fine; I ne ver neu a niso ne at in mi ni is; A manat a glans ora sito fer diis. De armo lis abuti hos face an hos nos is, As fer a sal illi, as reddas aro sis; Ac is o mi molli is almi de lite; Illo verbi de, an illo verbi nite. (I writ you a verse on a Molly o’ mine, As tall as a may pole, a lady so fine; I never knew any so neat in mine eyes; A man, at a glance or a sight of her, dies. Dear Molly’s a beauty, whose face and whose nose is As fair as a lily, as red as a rose is; A kiss o’ my Molly is all my delight; I love her by day, and I love her by night.) _Extract from the consultation of four physicians on a lord that was dying_ _1st Doctor._ Is his honor sic? Præ lætus felis pulse. It do es beat veris loto de. _2d Doctor._ No notis as qui cassi e ver fel tu metri it. Inde edit is as fastas an alarum, ora fire bellat nite. _3d Doctor._ It is veri hei! _4th Doctor._ Noto contra dictu in my juge mentitis veri loto de. It is as orto maladi, sum callet. [Here e ver id octo reti resto a par lori na mel an coli post ure.] _1st D._ It is a me gri mas I opi ne. _2d D._ No docto rite quit fora quin si. Heris a plane sim tomo fit. Sorites Paracelsus. Præ re adit. _1st D._ Nono, Doctor, I ne ver quo te aqua casu do. _2d D._ Sum arso; mi autoris no ne. _3d D._ No quare lingat præ senti de si re. His honor is sic offa colli casure as I sit here. _4th D._ It is æther an atro phi ora colli casu sed: Ire membri re ad it in Doctor me ades esse, here it is. _3d D._ I ne ver re ad apage in it, no re ver in tendit. _2d D._ Fer ne is offa qui te di ferent noti o nas i here. _1st D._ It me bea pluri si; avo metis veri pro perfor a man at his age. * * * * * _1st D._ Is his honor sick? Pray let us feel his pulse. It does beat very slow to-day. _2d D._ No, no, ’tis as quick as ever I felt; you may try it. Indeed, it is as fast as an alarum, or a fire-bell at night. _3d D._ It is very high. _4th D._ Not to contradict you, in my judgment it is very slow to day. It is a sort of malady, some call it. (Here every doctor retires to a parlor in a melancholy posture.) _1st D._ It is a megrim, as I opine. _2d D._ No, doctor, I take it for a quinsy. Here is a plain symptom of it. So writes Paracelsus. Pray read it. _1st D._ No, no, doctor, I never quote a quack as you do. _2d D._ Some are so; my author is none. _3d D._ No quarrelling at present, I desire. His honor is sick of a colic as sure as I sit here. _4th D._ It is either an atrophy, or a colic, as you said. I remember I read it in Dr. Mead’s Essay: here it is.