The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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Some taken up with mesmerism, or joined the homoeopathists."
"Mine," says DIVINITY, "pursue a system of gimcrackery,
Called Puseyism, a pack of stuff, and quite as arrant quackery."
Says PHYSIC, "Mine have sleep-walkers, pretending through the hide of
you,
To look, although their eyes are shut, and tell you what's inside of
you."
"Ah!" says DIVINITY, "so mine, with quibbling and with caviling,
Would have you, ma'am, to blind yourself, to see the road to travel
in."
"Mine," PHYSIC says, "have quite renounced their good old pills and
potions, ma'am,
For doses of a billionth of a grain, and such wild notions, ma'am."
"So," says DIVINITY, "have mine left wholesome exhortation, ma'am,
For credence-tables, reredoses, rood-lofts, and maceration, ma'am."
"But hospitals," says PHYSIC, "my misguided boys are founding, ma'am."
"Well," says DIVINITY, "of mine, the chapels are abounding, ma'am."
"Mine are trifling with diseases, ma'am," says PHYSIC, "not attacking
them."
"Mine," says DIVINITY, "instead of curing souls, are quacking them."
"Ah, ma'am," says PHYSIC, "I'm to blame, I fear, for these
absurdities."
"That's my fear too," DIVINITY says; "ma'am, upon my word it is."
Says PHYSIC, "Fees, not science, have been far too much my wishes,
ma'am."
"Truth," says DIVINITY, "I've loved much less than loaves and fishes,
ma'am."