From Bath, to Dr. W YNSTOK , who ( under Providence ) recover'd the Author from a most deplorable Nervous Complaint .

Tho' remov'd full many a Mile,
Still my Muse, with grateful Smile,
Greets, with most respectful Heart,
My worthy W YNSTOK 's skilful Art.
Under Heav'n, to you I owe
All the healthful Joys which flow;
And when I forget your Care,
Strait forsake me vital Air .
Gratitude, thou noble Chain!
Keep me ever in thy Train;
That I live, nay beam again,
A certain Proof — my teaming Vein;
Ev'ry Day I broach a Mine;
If I speak a single Line,
Instant in a rhyming Stile,
Another steals with pleasing Wile.
That I advance a serious Truth,
Mark the inclos'd, a printed Proof;
" Proposals, " or my Bill of Fare,
Trust me you will not find it dear;
Foul, Fish, and Flesh, such dainty Food,
By Englishmen can't be withstood:
A Dutchman too, I hope, may eat;
In fine I bid you to the Treat;
The Cost is mod'rate, you find,
But Half a Crown — and one behind.
To your great Friendship and Regard,
I trust the Cause of Mushroom Bard.
In a few Days, (please Heav'n!) I mean,
To move for Town, your noisy Scene;
In private Book I'll set you down,
And many more, I trust, in Town:
To H IGHGATE Friends my best Respects;
With friendly Candour view Defects.