With us there was a Doctor of Physic ; In all this worldë was there none him like To speak of physic, and of surgery: For he was grounded in astronomy. He kept his patiént a full great deal In hourës by his magic natural. Well could he fortunë 148 the áscendent Of his imáges for his patiént. He knew the cause of every malady, Were it of cold, or hot, or moist, or dry, And where engender’d, and of what humoúr. He was a very perfect practisour The cause y-know, 149 and of his harm the root, Anon he gave to the sick man his boot. 150 Full ready had he his apothecaries, To send his druggës and his lectuaries, For each of them made other for to win: