Note 9 — HOGARTH ILLUSTRATED.
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This race still roll round the metropolis; and while some put their trust in chariots, horses, and impudence, others depend on the credulity of his Majesty's liege subjects.
The following epitaph was written for one of them:—
Beneath lies lean old Fillgrave, once M.D., Who hunger felt much oft'ner than a fee; These were the last, last words the doctor spoke (And, believe me, sirs, the sentence was no joke), "The world I leave, but can't the world forgive, For by my patients I could never live." In this rejoin'd a friend, "You'd but your due; Your patients, doctor, ne'er could live by you."—E.