Citation - Boston Evening Post (Fleet): 1739.04.02

BEP(F.739.015
2 Apr 1739:41 (190)
A country tavern-keeper at a great distance from Boston,
being almost out of rum the last winter, it put Sir
Richard's friends into a great consternation, and one of
them wrote the following lines upon that melancholy
occasion.
  Ye quacks begone, with all your ills, 
  Your tasteless drops and bitter pills;
  Cephalicks, stipticks and emeticks,
  Exilirs rare, and diphoreticks;