Now don't make a joke of That feeling I spoke of; For, as sure as you're born, that same feeling,--whate'er It may be,--saves the life of the young Mousquetaire!-- The knife, that was levell'd erewhile at his throat, Is employ'd now in ripping the lace from his coat, And from what, I suppose, I must call his _culotte_; And his pockets, no doubt, Being turned inside out, That his _mouchoir_ and gloves may be put "up the spout," (For of coin, you may well conceive, all she can do Fails to ferret out even a single _écu_;) As a muscular Giant would handle an elf, The virago at last lifts the soldier himself, And, like a She-Samson, at length lays him down In a hospital form'd in the neighbouring town! I am not very sure, But I think 'twas Namur; And there she now leaves him, expecting a cure. CANTO II. I abominate physic--I care not who knows That there's nothing on earth I detest like "a dose"-- That yellowish-green-looking fluid, whose hue I consider extremely unpleasant to view, With its sickly appearance, that trenches so near On what Homer defines the complexion of Fear; Χλωρον δεος, I mean, A nasty pale green, Though for want of some word that may better avail, I presume, our translators have rendered it "pale;" For consider the cheeks Of those "well-booted Greeks," Their Egyptian descent was a question of weeks; Their complexion, of course, like a half-decayed leek's; And you'll see in an instant the thing that I mean in it, A Greek face in a funk had a good deal of green in it. I repeat, I abominate physic; but then, If folks _will_ go campaigning about with such men As the Great Prince de Condé, and Marshal Turenne, They may fairly expect To be now and then check'd By a bullet, or sabre-cut. Then their best solace is Found, I admit, in green potions, and boluses; So, of course, I don't blame St. Foix, wounded and lame, If he swallowed a decent _quant. suff._ of the same; Though I'm told, in such cases, it's not the French plan To pour in their drastics as fast as they can, The practice of many an English _Savan_, But to let off a man With a little _ptisanne_. And gently to chafe the _patella_ (knee-pan).