Let us no more old Æson's Tale suspect,
Or censure Causes by their strange Effect;
That Fable now is literally true,
For Garth does aged Fabia's Youth renew.
Gasping she lay ev'n at the Point of Death,
Depriv'd almost of Reason, Limbs, and Breath,
When with a Smile which did sure Hopes inspire,
Illustrious Garth! bid the Disease retire.
His awful Words our firm Belief did gain,
Nor was the sanative Injunction vain;
Blest by the Deity new Life he gives,
And she by him fresh Health and Strength receives.
So snatch'd he good Cornelia from the Grave,
And so he did the worthless Author save.
Oh! could my Muse exalt her humble Lays,
To learned Garth She would a Trophy raise,
She'd sing his matchless Art, she'd show her grateful Praise,
In lofty Notes eternalize his Name,
And o'er the World his wondrous Acts proclaim.
But—
So much does his just Praise her Skill transcend,
She wants fit Language when she would commend
The best Physician, and most gen'rous Friend.

Whether his sparkling Wit we nicely view,
And by that Standat! judge of what is true:
Or hear him Nature's prudent Laws explain,
And with judicious Care our Health regain:
Each does the noblest Satifaction give;
By that, we're polish'd; and by this, we live.