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             The art of longevity, or, A diæteticall instition written by Edmund Gayton.
             Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.
          
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           Diet -- Poetry.
           Longevity -- Poetry.
        
      
    
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           THE
           Art
           of
           Longevity
           ,
           OR
           ,
           A
           Diaeteticall
           INSTITUTION
           .
        
         
           Written
           by
           
             Edmund
             Gayton
             ,
          
           Bachelor
           in
           PHYSICK
           ,
           of
           St.
           
             John
             Bapt.
             
          
           Coll.
           
             OXFORD
             .
          
        
         
           
             LONDON
             ,
          
           Printed
           for
           the
           
             Author
             .
          
           1659.
           
        
      
       
       
       
         
           TO
           THE
           Most
           Vertuous
           ,
           Accomplisht
           &
           Ingenious
           LADY
           ,
           THE
           LADY
           ELIZABETH
           ROUS
           ,
           The
           meriting
           Wife
           of
           the
           most
           Munificent
           
             IOHN
             ROVS
          
           
             Esq
          
           Of
           
             Henham
             Hall
          
           in
           
             Suffolk
             .
          
        
         
           
             SINGULAR
             MADAM
             ,
          
        
         
           UNto
           none
           more
           properly
           doth
           the
           Dedication
           of
           this
           Book
           belong
           ,
           then
           to
           
             your
             excelling
             Self
             ,
          
           who
           (
           being
           by
           Birth
           first
           ,
           then
           Accomplishments
           ,
           then
           Marriage
           ,
           the
           unenvied
           Paragon
           of
           two
           great
           Counties
           ,
           that
           of
           
             Norfolk
          
           by
           your
           Originals
           ,
           this
           of
           
             Suffolk
          
           by
           your
           Nuptials
           ,
           in
           honour
           to
           those
           Counties
           that
           are
           proud
           of
           you
           ,
           and
           the
           rest
           that
           contend
           for
           you
           )
           should
           be
           continued
           to
           as
           much
           duration
           ,
           as
           the
           Art
           of
           
             Physick
          
           is
           able
           to
           contrive
           .
           It
           ought
           to
           be
           the
           labour
           of
           a
           
             Colledge
             of
             Physitians
          
           (
           not
           of
           one
           pitifull
           Pretender
           )
           to
           advance
           the
           preservation
           of
           such
           a
           person
           ,
           which
           if
           lost
           ,
           the
           following
           age
           must
           faintly
           hope
           to
           re-example
           .
           In
           the
           
           want
           therefore
           ,
           or
           failings
           of
           
             Physical
          
           Counsels
           be
           your
           own
           
             Lessius
             ,
          
           be
           to
           your self
           a
           
             Cornara
             ,
          
           since
           it
           hath
           so
           providentially
           faln
           out
           ,
           all
           other
           outward
           embellishments
           being
           abundantly
           bestowed
           upon
           you
           ,
           that
           you
           need
           not
           spend
           any
           time
           to
           adorn
           ,
           or
           trick
           up
           your self
           ,
           but
           only
           to
           express
           your
           thankfulness
           to
           the
           gracious
           Opificer
           of
           so
           rare
           a
           piece
           ,
           &
           employ
           some
           hours
           (
           as
           is
           your
           practise
           )
           that
           your
           Countrey
           ,
           Family
           ,
           and
           Friends
           may
           be
           happy
           in
           the
           long
           possession
           of
           you
           .
           For
           really
           your
           own
           Practise
           (
           
             Madam
          
           )
           will
           out-do
           all
           my
           Precepts
           ,
           your
           Gardens
           and
           Parks
           out-vie
           the
           Physick-Gardens
           ;
           your
           Closet
           is
           as
           considerable
           as
           the
           
             Countess
             of
             Kent's
          
           with
           her
           Powder
           in
           it
           .
           At
           
             Henham-Hall
          
           (
           the
           Seat
           of
           your
           
             Noble
             Husbands
          
           Ancestors
           )
           what
           is
           wanting
           to
           Satiety
           ?
           yet
           your
           Deer
           out-live
           the
           ages
           of
           their
           Neighbour-commoners
           ,
           and
           their
           Parks
           too
           ;
           't
           is
           possible
           to
           find
           a
           Stag
           as
           ancient
           as
           that
           of
           
             Caesar's
          
           :
           nor
           is
           this
           done
           by
           the
           diet
           of
           your
           Keeper
           ,
           or
           your
           keeping
           your
           Deer
           from
           being
           your
           Diet
           ,
           but
           by
           a
           successive
           spending
           of
           your
           Park
           ,
           not
           destroying
           it
           ,
           by
           letting
           us
           eat
           
             Venison
             ,
          
           but
           not
           to
           such
           excess
           ,
           as
           if
           your
           
             Guests
          
           were
           to
           feed
           themselves
           into
           
             Elkes
             .
          
           Your
           Deer
           fall
           (
           as
           our
           
             Colledge-copices
          
           should
           do
           )
           at
           so
           many
           years
           growth
           ,
           that
           so
           the
           succeeding
           scholars
           may
           have
           wood
           of
           their
           own
           ,
           &
           not
           expect
           Coals
           from
           
             New-castle
             .
          
           Your
           Table
           is
           
             Mezentian
          
           in
           this
           respect
           ;
           for
           
             alive
          
           Deer
           look
           in
           at
           your
           windows
           ,
           and
           see
           their
           
             dead
          
           Brother
           in
           a
           Coffin
           .
           So
           rare
           is
           your
           Cookery
           ,
           it
           makes
           slaughter
           amiable
           ,
           and
           the
           
           Heard
           desire
           to
           be
           wounded
           ,
           that
           they
           may
           be
           so
           dress'd
           .
           I
           have
           seen
           your
           Table
           furnished
           with
           more
           Dishes
           then
           my
           Book
           hath
           Chapters
           in
           it
           ,
           and
           yet
           the
           Temperance
           did
           exceed
           the
           Dishes
           ,
           so
           that
           if
           ever
           Abstinence
           was
           
             paramount
             ,
          
           and
           in
           its
           
             Zenith
          
           it
           was
           at
           
             Henham
             ,
          
           where
           Self-deniall
           (
           so
           much
           spoke
           of
           )
           was
           truly
           visible
           ,
           even
           in
           the
           fulness
           of
           the
           Creature
           ,
           and
           your
           Guests
           din'd
           
             Philosophically
             ,
          
           at
           a
           City
           Feast
           .
           
             This
             is
             true
             Temperance
             (
             Madam
             )
             to
             refraine
             where
             there
             is
             variety
             of
             temptation
             to
             excess
             ;
             to
             stint
             the
             stomack
             ,
             in
             full
             view
             of
             the
             game
             of
             Luxury
             ,
             otherwise
             it
             is
             Penance
             ,
             not
             Abstinence
             ,
             and
             the
             Mind
             and
             Appetite
             not
             commanded
             ,
             but
             a
             string
             tied
             about
             the
             throat
             ,
             which
             is
             
               Cormorant
               sobriety
               ,
            
             for
             which
             the
             Fowl
             wishes
             him
             hang'd
             that
             throtled
             him
             .
          
        
         
           Having
           thus
           commended
           (
           
             Madam
          
           )
           your
           Diet
           ,
           't
           is
           not
           with
           any
           Stratagem
           to
           get
           Applause
           to
           my
           own
           ,
           which
           is
           too
           course
           for
           your
           Palate
           ,
           and
           scarce
           fit
           for
           your
           Servants
           .
           But
           as
           you
           sometimes
           are
           pleased
           to
           leave
           the
           Rarities
           of
           your
           own
           Table
           and
           Caresse
           in
           a
           Cottage
           ,
           where
           the
           Earthen
           Platter
           ,
           the
           Barley
           Pudding
           ,
           the
           Fool
           ,
           and
           the
           plain
           Countrey
           Houswife
           ,
           are
           both
           Meat
           and
           Sport
           ,
           and
           delight
           and
           nourish
           beyond
           the
           wisdome
           of
           multiplied
           Cookery
           .
           So
           let
           it
           fare
           (
           best
           Lady
           )
           with
           this
           slender
           treatment
           of
           your
           Servant
           ,
           which
           is
           not
           a
           Present
           ,
           but
           a
           Debt
           of
           a
           long
           Promise
           ,
           and
           not
           in
           that
           kind
           paid
           that
           it
           was
           promised
           .
           I
           did
           intend
           you
           a
           Grace
           ,
           some
           Divine
           
           Poems
           ,
           but
           present
           you
           with
           all
           manner
           of
           Diet
           ,
           for
           fear
           being
           without
           Grace
           ,
           it
           might
           be
           supposed
           all
           of
           Oysters
           ,
           or
           Melons
           .
           The
           Book
           is
           a
           
             Hieroglyphick
             salt
             ,
          
           not
           that
           with
           the
           
             head
             of
             Mortification
          
           on
           it
           ,
           which
           is
           melancholy
           ,
           or
           a
           
             Charing-cross-trencher
          
           salt
           ,
           which
           is
           impious
           ;
           but
           this
           is
           a
           
             pillar
             of
             Salt
             ,
          
           or
           rather
           of
           Temperance
           ,
           which
           is
           healthful
           (
           and
           at
           least
           in
           wish
           )
           Festivous
           ,
           the
           Motto
           as
           it
           may
           be
           translated
           ,
           
             
               Poets
               should
               alwayes
               write
               ,
            
             
               To
               profit
               ,
               and
               delight
               .
            
          
           And
           calls
           to
           mind
           the
           ancient
           frugality
           of
           our
           predecessors
           ,
           which
           were
           
             wise
             ,
             valiant
             ,
          
           and
           
             abstemious
             ,
          
           three
           habits
           much
           advanced
           ,
           if
           not
           begot
           by
           
             Diaetetick
             Rules
             .
          
           To
           the
           moderate
           observance
           whereof
           ,
           in
           the
           pursuance
           of
           your
           Honoured
           Husbands
           ,
           and
           your
           Ladiships
           and
           Families
           health
           ,
           this
           Rythmicall
           Tract
           invites
           you
           ,
           untill
           I
           can
           face
           to
           face
           ,
           and
           
             vivâ
             voce
          
           wish
           your
           double
           healths
           (
           as
           a
           Physitian
           ought
           to
           do
           )
           in
           your
           celebrious
           Goblet
           at
           
             Henham-Hall
             .
          
           Till
           then
           ,
           and
           ever
           ,
           I
           am
        
         
           
             (
             MADAM
             )
             
               Your
               most
               gratefull
               Servant
               ,
               Edmund
               Gayton
               .
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           TO
           THE
           Candid
           
             LADY-READERS
             .
          
        
         
           
             Madams
             ,
          
        
         
           THis
           Book
           ,
           entitled
           
             The
             Art
             of
             Longevity
             ,
          
           or
           ,
           
             A
             Dieteticall
             Institute
             ,
          
           may
           very
           well
           seem
           unnecessary
           and
           superfluous
           ,
           after
           so
           many
           Tracts
           of
           the
           same
           subject
           ,
           by
           the
           long-liv'd
           
             Lessius
             ,
             Cornarus
             ,
          
           and
           others
           ,
           who
           have
           ingrossed
           all
           that
           can
           be
           said
           ,
           and
           left
           Posterity
           nothing
           but
           to
           practise
           .
           But
           as
           i●
           Divinity
           (
           that
           of
           the
           Times
           ,
           called
           Preaching
           )
           repetition
           is
           not
           uncommendable
           ;
           so
           in
           
             Physick
             ,
          
           a
           round
           Recapitulation
           ,
           or
           trimme
           Compendium
           and
           Abridgement
           ,
           may
           help
           the
           memory
           ,
           though
           not
           the
           understanding
           ;
           wherefore
           the
           succinct
           and
           ingenious
           
             Salernitan
          
           Precepts
           fasten
           more
           then
           
             Hypocrates
          
           profounder
           Aphorisms
           ,
           or
           
             Galens
          
           Comments
           upon
           its
           Auditors
           ,
           and
           
             Sandersons
          
           Verses
           ,
           are
           oftner
           and
           easier
           remembred
           then
           their
           rugged
           Prose
           ,
           Feet
           and
           Rythm
           sweetning
           the
           sowreness
           of
           the
           moral
           letter
           .
           Verses
           indeed
           have
           the
           fate
           to
           be
           both
           slighted
           and
           condemned
           ,
           and
           yet
           ,
           like
           other
           faults
           ,
           
             retained
             .
          
           And
           though
           Poetry
           and
           Oratory
           both
           (
           if
           lookt
           upon
           in
           the
           art
           and
           respect
           )
           are
           but
           the
           lowest
           of
           endowments
           ;
           yet
           as
           their
           subjects
           may
           be
           ,
           they
           both
           raise
           them
           and
           themselves
           .
           I
           confess
           my
           Subject
           is
           above
           my
           Dress
           ,
           and
           I
           have
           deprest
           the
           Argument
           by
           the
           mould
           I
           cast
           it
           in
           ,
           yet
           a
           plain
           Suit
           by
           the
           Fancies
           may
           be
           made
           conspicuous
           ,
           and
           attract
           more
           for
           the
           
             mode
          
           then
           the
           
             stuff
             .
          
           So
           here
           serious
           Mattter
           in
           a
           
             phantastical
          
           or
           light
           Dress
           ,
           may
           one
           with
           another
           perchance
           finde
           a
           liking
           ,
           
           sometimes
           applause
           .
           I
           know
           ,
           
             Ladies
             ,
          
           that
           you
           are
           all
           of
           a
           
             neat
             extraction
             ,
          
           choice
           and
           sifted
           earth
           ,
           and
           so
           resolve
           to
           keep
           your selves
           ,
           being
           by
           self-affection
           principled
           to
           ▪
           a
           spare
           Diet
           ,
           whereby
           your
           own
           mirrours
           reflect
           you
           pleasing
           and
           lovely
           to
           your selves
           ,
           and
           admirable
           to
           others
           .
           Wherefore
           in
           all
           
             Physical
          
           practise
           there
           are
           no
           such
           observant
           Patients
           as
           your selves
           ,
           whether
           the
           business
           concern
           your
           health
           or
           your
           ornament
           ,
           your
           
             being
          
           or
           your
           
             well-being
             .
          
           Now
           a
           book
           of
           Diet
           presented
           to
           you
           is
           like
           to
           be
           of
           most
           happy
           events
           ,
           who
           if
           you
           are
           told
           the
           quality
           of
           your
           food
           ,
           will
           not
           erre
           in
           the
           quantity
           .
           The
           first
           of
           these
           is
           my
           care
           at
           present
           ,
           the
           second
           is
           your
           constant
           use
           :
           for
           neither
           to
           your
           
             noble
             sex
             ,
          
           nor
           any
           of
           the
           
             nobler
             ,
          
           will
           I
           prescribe
           any
           measure
           in
           meat
           ,
           though
           there
           ought
           to
           be
           one
           in
           all
           things
           :
           the
           Beasts
           themselves
           (
           even
           all
           but
           Horses
           ,
           Dogs
           ,
           and
           Swine
           )
           have
           attained
           to
           such
           a
           natural
           stint
           .
           Rare
           is
           the
           temperance
           of
           the
           Elephants
           ,
           Apes
           ,
           Birds
           ,
           as
           may
           be
           read
           in
           
             Aelians
             Varia
             Historia
             ,
          
           nay
           Dogs
           themselves
           (
           a
           voracious
           animal
           )
           though
           they
           will
           eat
           to
           surfeit
           ,
           cure
           themselves
           by
           abstinence
           ,
           and
           
             Swine-physick
          
           is
           grown
           into
           a
           
             Proverb
             .
          
           If
           your
           
             Ladyships
          
           enquire
           at
           what
           
             demensum
          
           or
           exactness
           I
           live
           my self
           ,
           with
           a
           
             Medice
             ,
             ostende
             teipsum
             ,
          
           that
           is
           ,
           shew
           me
           thy
           Diet
           by
           thy
           Practise
           ;
           I
           answer
           ,
           
             Madams
             ,
          
           Truly
           I
           finde
           it
           the
           best
           rule
           ,
           as
           to
           my
           particular
           ,
           to
           keep
           
             no
             ●ule
          
           at
           all
           ,
           for
           the
           Times
           have
           been
           more
           then
           
             Lessius
          
           to
           me
           ,
           and
           brought
           me
           to
           less
           then
           
             twelve
             ounces
          
           in
           two
           dayes
           ,
           which
           is
           a
           most
           slender
           proportion
           ;
           they
           have
           taken
           care
           that
           I
           shall
           never
           have
           the
           worst
           of
           surfeits
           ,
           that
           of
           
             bread
          
           :
           yet
           sometimes
           I
           offend
           in
           
             poculentis
             ,
          
           in
           the
           excess
           ,
           oftner
           in
           
             esculentis
             ,
          
           in
           the
           defect
           ;
           in
           Fastings
           often
           ,
           in
           Prayers
           less
           ,
           yet
           still
           in
           some
           ,
           enough
           Religion
           for
           a
           Physitian
           .
           And
           beside
           the
           
             Coloquintida
          
           of
           the
           Times
           ,
           in
           frequent
           mornings
           doses
           of
           the
           leaves
           of
           Wormwood
           ,
           Scurvy-grass
           ,
           and
           Water-cresses
           ,
           which
           makes
           me
           look
           at
           the
           present
           Mastigation
           like
           
             Vespatian
             ,
             Clodius
             ,
          
           or
           
             John
             Whis●ler
             ,
          
           the
           sometime
           good-fac●d
           Recorder
           of
           
             Oxford
          
           (
           as
           if
           I
           were
           going
           to
           sacrifice
           to
           the
           Lady
           
             Cloacina
             .
          
           )
           Such
           severe
           Discipline
           is
           not
           fit
           
           for
           your
           tender
           Architecture
           ,
           that
           may
           ruine
           
             Plaister
             of
             Paris
             ,
          
           which
           will
           scarce
           smooth
           the
           rougher
           Lime
           and
           Sand.
           
           In
           short
           ,
           I
           know
           it
           is
           a
           Latine
           Proverb
           ,
           
             Misere
             vivit
             qui
             vivit
             Medice
             ,
          
           that
           is
           ,
           Madams
           ,
           
             
               They
               are
               most
               miserable
               Fools
            
             
               That
               alwayes
               live
               by
               Physick-rules
               .
            
          
           And
           so
           
             Misere
             vivit
             ,
             qui
             immodice
             vivit
             ,
          
           
             
               They
               'r
               slaves
               unto
               their
               ap●etite
            
             
               Which
               golden
               moderation
               slight
               .
            
          
        
         
           In
           a
           word
           of
           exhortation
           then
           ,
           Ladies
           ,
           be
           neither
           
             Hermits
          
           nor
           
             Carthu●ians
             ,
             Ca●uchins
          
           nor
           
             Mon●●nists
             ,
          
           that
           is
           ,
           not
           of
           too
           severe
           a
           Regulation
           ;
           yet
           a
           
             Nunnes
          
           diet
           for
           your
           sex
           ,
           and
           the
           
             Collegi●t
          
           for
           ours
           ,
           will
           make
           you
           Mother-Pyrrha's
           for
           Age
           ,
           
             Penelopes
          
           for
           Beauty
           ,
           
             Cassandra's
          
           for
           Wisdome
           .
           In
           short
           ,
           it
           will
           keep
           your
           Spirits
           active
           ,
           your
           Skins
           cleare
           ,
           your
           Limbs
           vigorous
           ,
           your
           soules
           and
           bodies
           apt
           for
           all
           Divine
           and
           Natural
           actions
           ,
           whereby
           you
           may
           be
           (
           as
           you
           wish
           your selves
           ,
           and
           I
           too
           cordially
           )
           both
           
             belov'd
             of
             God
             and
             men
             .
          
           And
           thus
           I
           humbly
           submit
           these
           Conceits
           following
           to
           your
           
             Ladyships
          
           view
           ,
           under
           correction
           ;
           unto
           which
           (
           especially
           from
           such
           hands
           )
           I
           were
           unkind
           to
           my self
           if
           I
           should
           not
           most
           willingly
           lye
           down
           ,
           and
           subscribe
           my self
        
         
           
             (
             LADIES
             )
             Your
             most
             Obedient
             and
             Corrigible
             Servant
             ,
             EDMUND
             GAYTON
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           Upon
           his
           Friend
           ,
           Mr.
           
             Edmund
             Gayton's
          
           Book
           of
           Diet.
           
        
         
           
             WIt
             without
             wine
             ,
             mirth
             without
             any
             meat
             ?
          
           
             Then
             let
             the
             dead
             that
             neither
             drink
             nor
             ea●
             ,
          
           
             Read
             thee
             for
             me
             ;
             I
             am
             not
             so
             d●v●ne
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             can
             live
             ,
             and
             neither
             sup
             nor
             dine
             .
          
           
             For
             though
             man
             liveth
             not
             By
             
               bread
               alone
               ,
            
          
           
             Yet
             there
             is
             no
             man
             ever
             liv'd
             with
             none
             .
          
           
             Devouring
             
               Wood
               of
               Kent
            
             (
             who
             at
             one
             bait
          
           
             Could
             eat
             as
             much
             as
             
               Noah's
            
             World
             of
             
               Eight
            
             )
          
           
             Being
             dead
             ,
             may
             be
             thy
             guest
             ;
             for
             thou
             dost
             give
          
           
             Something
             so
             near
             to
             nothing
             ,
             none
             can
             live
             .
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             forgot
             how
             freely
             thou
             did'st
             laugh
             ,
          
           
             Being
             told
             thou
             had'st
             eat
             up
             thy
             
               Beadles
               staffe
            
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             would'st
             perswade
             us
             temperance
             ;
             O
             no
             ,
          
           
             Live
             by
             thy
             Book
             (
             if
             thou
             'dst
             have
             me
             do
             so
             )
          
           
             Experiment
             thy self
             ,
             first
             dine
             one
             week
          
           
             With
             bread
             two
             ounces
             just
             ,
             and
             
               ana
            
             Leek
             ,
          
           
             Sup
             with
             the
             learned
             Worm
             :
             that
             eats
             thy
             book
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             thy
             Readers
             see
             how
             thou
             would'st
             look
             ,
          
           
             Printing
             thy
             bare-bone
             picture
             on
             thy
             sheet
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             consider
             whether
             it
             be
             meet
             ,
          
           
             All
             mankind
             to
             perswade
             to
             starve
             themselves
             ,
          
           
             Because
             thou
             hast
             no
             victuals
             on
             thy
             shelves
             .
          
           
             As
             the
             long
             Graces
             that
             in
             fashion
             be
             ,
          
           
             Suit
             with
             thy
             minute
             meal
             ,
             so
             both
             with
             me
             ,
          
           
             Thu●
             for
             the
             glut●on
             and
             good
             fellow
             now
          
           
             Thy
             
               Friend
            
             speaks
             truth
             ,
             and
             freely
             doth
             allow
          
           
             Thy
             temperate
             presc●iptions
             ;
             for
             our
             life
          
           
             Is
             lesse
             in
             danger
             of
             the
             
               **
            
             
               Sword
            
             then
             
               **
            
             
               Knife
            
             ;
          
           
             And
             would
             we
             keep
             thy
             Rules
             (
             for
             no
             one
             can
          
           
             Say
             that
             he
             cannot
             ,
             if
             he
             be
             a
             man
             .
             )
          
           
             D●ctors
             (
             as
             do
             Divines
             )
             might
             change
             their
             trade
             ,
          
           
             The
             Sexton
             burn
             hi●
             Ma●tock
             and
             his
             Spade
             ▪
          
           
             The
             elder
             World
             might
             die
             first
             ,
             you
             and
             I
          
           
             Might
             live
             till
             we
             were
             chang'd
             ,
             and
             so
             ne're
             die
             .
          
        
         
           
             Nominibus
             multis
             notus
             sine
             nomine
             prodis
          
           
             Optime
             amico●um
             ,
             non
             te
             sed
             memet
             honoras
             ,
          
           
             At
             quo●am
             proprios
             titulos
             (
             perdure
             )
             negasti
          
           
             Hos
             cape
             .
             Vir
             auri
             es
             ,
             virtutum
             dignior
             h●res
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           Mr.
           
             Gayton
          
           on
           his
           Art
           of
           LONGEVITY
           .
        
         
           FOr
           Surfeits
           some
           pay
           dear
           ,
           even
           all
           their
           wealth
           ,
        
         
           Others
           farre
           dearer
           ,
           their
           more
           precious
           health
           .
        
         
           Yet
           heavier
           punishment
           ,
           we
           see
           ,
           or
           ●ead
           ,
        
         
           Poor
           
             Copenhagen
          
           feels
           it
           from
           the
           
             Swede
             ,
          
        
         
           Whose
           Sword
           ,
           with
           Famine
           sharper
           then
           its
           edge
           ,
        
         
           Now
           sadly
           gives
           the
           
             Danish
          
           Healths
           a
           Pledge
           .
        
         
           Could
           now
           one
           cure
           this
           feasting
           evil
           ,
           give
        
         
           Sick
           appetite
           the
           great
           Restorative
           ;
        
         
           Teach
           us
           to
           feed
           like
           Burgers
           ,
           yet
           to
           rise
        
         
           Like
           Doctors
           ,
           lesse
           mercy
           ,
           and
           more
           wise
           ,
        
         
           To
           such
           a
           
             Gale●
             ,
          
           Cities
           that
           abound
        
         
           In
           Riches
           ,
           noble
           Pen●●ons
           might
           pro●ound
           :
        
         
           I
           wish
           they
           would
           ,
           facetious
           
             Gayton
             ,
          
           then
        
         
           Should'st
           thou
           have
           Fees
           due
           to
           thy
           learned
           Pen
           ;
        
         
           That
           from
           th'
           
             Arabians
          
           hath
           to
           us
           transferr'd
        
         
           The
           Secret
           ,
           that
           prese●ves
           that
           long-liv'd
           Bird
           ,
        
         
           Which
           thou
           prescrib'd
           ,
           not
           in
           hard
           words
           ,
           that
           make
        
         
           The
           Bill
           as
           nauseous
           as
           the
           Drugs
           we
           take
           .
        
         
           '
           So
           clearly
           and
           so
           well
           thy
           Book
           is
           writ
           ,
        
         
           That
           we
           have
           here
           choice
           Diet
           ,
           and
           choice
           Wit
           ▪
        
         
           
             
               Robert
               Stapylton
            
             Knight
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           his
           
             quondam
          
           Fellow
           
             Oxonian
          
           EDMUND
           GAYTON
           .
        
         
           THese
           
             Dietetick
          
           Laws
           thou
           dost
           here
           give
           ,
        
         
           Do
           teach
           us
           how
           ,
           but
           make
           thy self
           to
           live
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           they
           shall
           ,
           industrious
           
             Mun
             ,
          
           till
           time
        
         
           Do
           once
           restore
           thee
           unto
           Prose
           from
           Rime
           :
        
         
           Sometimes
           in
           Latine
           verse
           ,
           in
           English
           now
        
         
           You
           do
           ,
           (
           God
           bless
           it
           )
           drive
           Poetick
           plough
           .
        
         
           Whence
           are
           these
           Institutes
           ,
           and
           whence
           these
           Rules
           ?
        
         
           Not
           from
           th'
           Apothecary
           Shops
           ,
           or
           Schools
           ?
        
         
           Thou
           talk'st
           
             Arabian
          
           Authors
           ,
           but
           thy
           pains
        
         
           Speak
           lowdly
           ,
           thou
           hast
           no
           Library
           but
           brains
           .
        
         
           Longevity
           thou
           giv'st
           us
           from
           
             Iove's
          
           Bower
           ,
        
         
           And
           temperance
           from
           Friar
           
             Bacon's
          
           
             *
          
           Tower
           .
        
         
           who
           'd
           think
           a
           Man
           should
           fall
           so
           mightily
           ,
        
         
           Who
           had
           his
           Rudiments
           of
           Warr
           so
           high
           ?
        
         
           
           
           think
           that
           thou
           ,
           a
           
             Centry
             in
             the
             air
             ,
          
        
         
           Should'st
           e're
           come
           down
           to
           teach
           us
           grosser
           Fare
           ?
        
         
           A
           Parac●l●●an
           then
           (
           without
           disgrace
           )
        
         
           I
           'le
           call
           thee
           ,
           instructed
           by
           the
           Prince
           o
           th'
           Place
           .
        
         
           Bred
           in
           the
           Air
           ,
           and
           VVarr
           ,
           what
           Powders
           may
        
         
           Not
           come
           from
           thee
           ?
           my
           
             Lady
             Kents
          
           give
           way
           .
        
         
           Both
           Monk
           and
           Souldier
           owns
           thee
           ,
           for
           I
           know
           ,
        
         
           Both
           Presses
           thou
           dost
           stoutly
           undergo
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           to
           please
           the
           Ladies
           thou
           hast
           brought
           ,
        
         
           Not
           things
           farre
           fetch'd
           ,
           nor
           yet
           too
           dearly
           bought
           :
        
         
         
           Thou
           mak'st
           their
           Kitchin-Gardens
           give
           them
           more
        
         
           Then
           
             Aegypt
          
           and
           both
           th'
           
             Indies
          
           did
           before
           .
        
         
           Thus
           
             common
          
           things
           ,
           not
           
             vulgar
             ,
          
           are
           made
           nice
           ,
        
         
           And
           cheapness
           sometimes
           may
           enhanse
           the
           price
           .
        
         
           What
           thou
           hast
           done
           with
           staffe
           of
           place
           and
           wealth
        
         
           We
           know
           not
           ,
           but
           I
           'me
           sure
           the
           staffe
           of
           health
        
         
           Thou
           carri'st
           still
           before
           us
           ,
           and
           our
           part
        
         
           Is
           but
           to
           follow
           well
           ,
           and
           praise
           thy
           Art
           :
        
         
           Great
           Art
           ,
           that
           doth
           not
           only
           save
           but
           cure
           ,
        
         
           Preventive
           too
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           make
           t'
           endure
           .
        
         
           Wherefore
           I
           shall
           no
           more
           of
           thee
           rehearse
           ,
        
         
           Who
           giv'st
           us
           Mirth
           ,
           and
           Physick
           ,
           in
           a
           verse
           :
        
         
           And
           those
           that
           will
           not
           for
           thy
           dose
           give
           Fee
           ,
        
         
           Let
           them
           want
           verses
           ,
           and
           their
           health
           for
           me
           .
        
         
           
             
               Philogeiton
               .
               H.
               I.
            
             Dr.
             L.
             L.
             
          
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           the
           honour'd
           Author
           upon
           his
           Diaetetical
           Institute
           .
        
         
           WEre
           the
           world
           but
           one
           Giant-thing
           that
           liv'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           had
           a
           soul
           ,
           (
           as
           the
           old
           Sage
           believ'd
           )
        
         
           But
           could
           it
           eat
           too
           ,
           for
           one
           meal
           I
           'de
           swear
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           meant'st
           thy
           Book
           its
           general
           Bill
           of
           fare
           ;
        
         
           Great
           Clerk
           of
           Natures
           kitchin
           !
           we
           ne're
           knew
        
         
           She
           was
           so
           good
           an
           House-keeper
           till
           now
           .
        
         
           Some
           Naturalists
           serv'd
           up
           a
           course
           ,
           or
           so
           ,
        
         
           Garnish'd
           to
           boot
           with
           their
           own
           fictions
           too
           ;
        
         
           But
           thou
           in
           this
           great
           
             Oleo
          
           hast
           co●bin'd
           ,
        
         
           VVhat
           e're
           her
           want
           or
           luxury
           could
           find
           .
        
         
           If
           in
           her
           dining-room
           thou
           serve
           so
           well
           ,
        
         
           I'
           th'
           drawing-room
           sure
           thou
           must
           needs
           excell
           .
        
         
           
             I.
             Heath
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           his
           Friend
           the
           Author
           .
        
         
           WHat
           is
           't
           is
           writ
           ?
           It
           is
           a
           noble
           Diet
           :
        
         
           Oh!
           for
           a
           Souldiers
           stomack
           to
           be
           quiet
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           conceive
           such
           Dainties
           plac'd
           upon
        
         
           Some
           Ladies
           Board
           ;
           then
           let
           the
           Gods
           look
           on
           ,
        
         
           VVith
           all
           their
           Goddesses
           ,
           and
           tell
           me
           where
        
         
           They
           met
           with
           wholesome
           diet
           and
           such
           cheare
           ;
        
         
           But
           their
           immortal
           diet
           's
           only
           known
        
         
           And
           rarely
           fanci'd
           to
           us
           ,
           then
           were
           shown
        
         
           By
           power
           of
           Poets
           wits
           :
           I
           would
           not
           wish
        
         
           This
           my
           good
           friend
           present
           us
           such
           a
           dish
           :
        
         
           VVhat
           he
           hath
           done
           't
           is
           all
           substantial
           good
           ,
        
         
           Not
           only
           Babes
           ,
           but
           Lords
           and
           Ladies
           food
           ;
        
         
           Such
           as
           may
           make
           our
           youth
           old
           
             Nestor's
          
           grow
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           confess
           their
           age
           to
           him
           they
           owe
           :
        
         
           Yet
           if
           our
           stomacks
           want
           a
           dish
           to
           bait
           on
           ,
        
         
           No
           wit
           like
           thine
           ,
           i'
           th'
           second
           Course
           ,
           dear
           
             Gayton
             .
          
        
         
           
             E.
             ALDRICH
             ,
             
               Tribunus
               militum
               .
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           his
           honoured
           Friend
           Mr.
           
             Edmund
             Gayton
          
           on
           his
           Art
           of
           
             Longevity
             .
          
        
         
           WHy
           how
           now
           fellow
           Souldier
           !
           what
           you
           write
           ?
        
         
           It
           must
           be
           sure
           to
           get
           what
           you
           by
           sight
        
         
           Have
           lost
           ;
           in
           troth
           we
           had
           ill
           luck
           by
           th'
           Sword
           ;
        
         
           Those
           were
           
             By-blows
             ,
          
           thou
           better
           art
           at
           word
           :
        
         
           And
           why
           of
           Diet
           prithee
           ,
           when
           we
           know
        
         
           All
           Cavaliers
           are
           forc'd
           to
           live
           too
           low
        
         
           Under
           the
           Rule
           of
           Lessius
           ,
           small
           provant
        
         
           Will
           serve
           those
           men
           o'
           th'
           Gar●ison
           of
           
             Gaunt
          
           :
        
         
           So
           oft
           r●form'd
           (
           that
           's
           squeez'd
           )
           they't
           brought
           alass
           :
        
         
           Toth'
           
             Mum
             ,
          
           and
           Diet
           of
           
             Pythagoras
             .
          
        
         
           
             Platonick
          
           love
           we
           new
           may
           justifie
           ,
        
         
           Since
           
             meats
             Platonick
          
           make
           sobriety
           ;
        
         
           And
           what
           i'
           th'
           fulness
           of
           the
           
             Court
          
           was
           Fable
        
         
           
             Romance
          
           all
           ,
           is
           true
           from
           thy
           spare
           Table
           ,
        
         
           And
           yet
           the
           sheet
           abounds
           in
           services
           ,
        
         
           The
           worst
           of
           service
           ,
           only
           of
           the
           eyes
           .
        
         
           He
           that
           doth
           feed
           on
           thee
           
             Poetick
             Mun
             ,
          
        
         
           Must
           change
           himself
           to
           a
           
             Camelion
          
           :
        
         
           For
           all
           thy
           Diet
           ,
           ,
           and
           choice
           Bill
           of
           Fare
           ,
        
         
           Is
           only
           words
           ,
           and
           that
           's
           but
           wind
           and
           air
           .
        
         
           
             FRANCISCUS
             ASTON
             
               Capt
               ,
            
             Militiae
             Puerilis
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           A
           Diaeteticall
           
             INSTITUTION
             .
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             I.
             
          
           
             WHilest
             I
             intend
             a
             wholsome
             
               Diet-Rule
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             write
             of
             Meats
             and
             Drinks
             from
             
               Physick-Schoole
               ,
            
          
           
             It
             ought
             to
             be
             presum'd
             our
             state
             is
             good
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             we
             have
             to
             buy
             our
             daily
             Food
             :
          
           
             For
             what
             hath
             he
             to
             do
             to
             vex
             his
             thought
          
           
             How
             he
             should
             eat
             ,
             that
             hath
             no
             victuals
             bought
             ?
          
           
             Wherefore
             we
             do
             amand
             Duke
             
               Humphrey's
            
             Guest
             ▪
          
           
             For
             their
             Provision
             truly
             is
             o'
             th'
             least
             .
          
           
             A
             Dog
             doth
             fare
             much
             better
             with
             his
             bones
             ,
          
           
             Than
             those
             whose
             table
             meat
             and
             drink
             are
             stones
             :
          
           
             But
             that
             
               great
               Duke
            
             is
             out
             of
             house
             and
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             grand
             Palace
             is
             a
             
               Den
            
             become
             ;
          
           
             But
             not
             so
             good
             as
             is
             the
             
               Lions
               den
               ,
            
          
           
             Or
             
               Foxes
               holes
               ,
            
             there
             's
             scraps
             for
             many
             men
             ;
          
           
             There
             is
             no
             Ordinary
             of
             News
             and
             Talk
             ,
          
           
             No
             not
             so
             much
             is
             left
             as
             
               Weymarks
            
             Walk
             ,
          
           
             No
             not
             so
             much
             (
             if
             you
             will
             please
             to
             go
             in
             )
          
           
             Doth
             th'
             head
             remain
             of
             Welch
             Cozen
             
               Owen
            
             ;
          
           
             Who
             for
             this
             violence
             done
             unto
             his
             name
          
           
             Will
             rise
             and
             pay
             her
             with
             an
             
               Epigram
               :
            
          
           
             He
             was
             set
             up
             with
             such
             a
             peaking
             Face
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             to
             th'
             
               Humphreyans
            
             h'
             had
             been
             saying
             Grace
             ;
          
           
             That
             word
             doth
             hint
             our
             business
             ,
             doth
             as
             well
          
           
             As
             if
             I
             'd
             heard
             the
             
               Colledge
               Buttry-bell
               .
            
          
           
           
             Then
             first
             we
             shall
             rehearse
             in
             humble
             Rimes
          
           
             What
             time
             and
             hour
             we
             mount
             our
             Belly-chimes
             ;
          
           
             For
             it
             doth
             stand
             with
             excellent
             reason
          
           
             To
             have
             for
             meats
             ,
             as
             other
             things
             ,
             a
             
               Season
               .
            
          
           
             For
             so
             it
             was
             ordain'd
             by
             our
             
               Creator
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             And
             still
             perform'd
             by
             
               naturated
               nature
            
             )
          
           
             The
             Earth
             ,
             the
             Air
             ,
             the
             Sea
             ,
             (
             would
             y'
             have
             more
          
           
             Than
             such
             an
             able
             triple
             
               Providore
            
             ?
             )
          
           
             With
             tempestivous
             delicacies
             strive
             ,
          
           
             To
             please
             us
             in
             a
             various
             nutritive
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             successive
             courses
             interchanging
             ,
          
           
             They
             have
             for
             every
             time
             a
             severall
             ranging
             ;
          
           
             No
             
               Aulicus
               ,
               Culman
               ,
            
             no
             nor
             
               Clerk
               ,
            
          
           
             Shew
             such
             a
             bill
             of
             Fare
             as
             was
             i'
             th'
             Ark
             :
          
           
             And
             as
             by
             Couples
             they
             to
             
               Noah
            
             came
          
           
             To
             be
             preserved
             ,
             they
             do
             the
             very
             same
          
           
             To
             us
             to
             be
             destroyed
             ;
             for
             Master
             
               Venter
            
          
           
             Consumeth
             all
             that
             into
             it
             doth
             enter
             :
          
           
             It
             is
             for
             this
             luxurious
             
               Anthony
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             puired
             vice
             ,
             our
             
               Cleopatry
               ,
            
          
           
             The
             ransackt
             Elements
             do
             not
             afford
          
           
             Enough
             Provision
             for
             the
             Bed
             and
             Boord
             .
          
           
             Would
             it
             not
             prove
             thy
             whole
             Arithmetick
          
           
             To
             cast
             in
             Cyphers
             what
             is
             spent
             by
             th'
             week
             ?
          
           
             (
             Friend
             
               Noah
            
             )
             in
             this
             great
             Metropolis
             ,
          
           
             Without
             the
             Tavern
             style
             ,
             of
             
               Bread
            
             and
             
               Cheese
               ,
            
          
           
             What
             droves
             of
             Higlers
             post
             in
             from
             the
             Fens
          
           
             With
             Fowls
             most
             
               Epicaene
               ,
            
             both
             Cocks
             and
             Hens
             ?
          
           
             Of
             all
             which
             company
             I
             don●t
             enjoy
          
           
             One
             Duck
             ,
             and
             yet
             related
             to
             a
             
               Coy
               .
            
          
           
             But
             oh
             the
             heads
             we
             see
             of
             greater
             beards
             !
          
           
             Not
             
               I●
            
             was
             so
             fair
             when
             
               Iove
            
             afeard
             ,
          
           
             (
             That
             
               Iuno
            
             did
             suspect
             her self
             cornute
             )
          
           
             Had
             turn'd
             his
             delicate
             Lady
             to
             a
             Brute
             :
          
           
             Nor
             when
             himself
             was
             pleas'd
             a
             
               Bull
            
             to
             lowe
             ,
          
           
             Could
             he
             our
             two
             late
             
               Fausen
               Beeves
            
             out-show
             ?
          
           
           
             The
             wayes
             on
             every
             rode
             are
             all
             blockt
             up
          
           
             With
             the
             whole
             family
             of
             those
             that
             
               Tup
               :
            
          
           
             Who
             all
             like
             other
             innocents
             come
          
           
             Unto
             these
             Shambles
             ,
             to
             receive
             their
             doom
             .
          
           
             St.
             
               Lukes
            
             is
             past
             ,
             and
             
               Rumford
            
             rode
             doth
             whine
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             that
             
               Circe
            
             were
             alive
             with
             Swine
             :
             )
          
           
             '
             Piggs
             have
             their
             
               Tide
            
             too
             ,
             and
             there
             is
             a
             
               Fare
            
          
           
             '
             For
             those
             ,
             who
             in
             their
             lives
             most
             filthy
             are
             .
          
           
             How
             many
             Babies
             on
             S.
             
               Margrets
            
             Hill
          
           
             (
             If
             all
             that
             name
             to
             her
             continue
             still
             )
          
           
             Lie
             pil'd
             in
             Tray
             (
             as
             they
             were
             wont
             in
             Trough
             )
          
           
             And
             yet
             (
             as
             if
             there
             were
             not
             Pigg
             enough
             )
          
           
             Old
             
               Bartholmew
            
             with
             Purgatory
             Fire
          
           
             Destroyes
             the
             
               Babe
            
             of
             many
             a
             
               doubtfull
               Sire
               :
            
          
           
             Nor
             doth
             the
             Sea
             deny
             his
             vast
             supplies
             ,
          
           
             In
             greater
             Fishes
             and
             the
             lesser
             Fries
             ,
          
           
             As
             to
             our
             cost
             ,
             the
             
               street
               o'
               th'
               name
            
             can
             tell
             ,
          
           
             How
             cheap
             soe're
             the
             Fish
             ,
             the
             dressing's
             fell
             .
          
           
             The
             very
             
               King
               of
               Fish
            
             his
             season
             knows
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             vast
             shoals
             his
             just
             obedience
             shews
             ;
          
           
             So
             all
             the
             rest
             of
             that
             blew
             Monarchy
          
           
             Follow
             their
             leader
             ,
             all
             resolv'd
             to
             die
             .
          
           
             How
             do
             the
             painted
             Mack'rell
             load
             our
             Shallops
             ▪
          
           
             And
             lest
             they
             smell
             ,
             do
             put
             the
             winds
             to
             th'
             gallop
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             what
             a
             din
             the
             Sluts
             at
             
               Billingsgate
            
          
           
             Do
             make
             about
             the
             tother
             cast
             of
             Sprats
             !
          
           
             And
             open
             more
             their
             monstrous
             mouths
             in
             vain
             ,
          
           
             Than
             do
             their
             Oysters
             against
             tide
             or
             rain
             :
          
           
             Nor
             may
             we
             pass
             the
             place
             where
             Chimney-sweep
          
           
             Doth
             now
             instead
             o'
             th'
             Cross
             his
             station
             keep
             :
          
           
             
               *
            
             There
             is
             a
             
               Cornucopia
            
             walk
             but
             thorough
             ,
          
           
             (
             Where
             is
             the
             like
             ,
             except
             at
             
               Edenburough
               ?
            
             )
          
           
             Oh
             had
             our
             Sister
             Burrough
             such
             a
             fate
             ,
          
           
             T'
             have
             had
             her
             double
             stalls
             of
             Flesh
             and
             Plate
             ,
          
           
             Her
             name
             might
             then
             have
             
               Eden
            
             been
             ,
             whereas
          
           
             For
             want
             of
             both
             she
             came
             e'ne
             where
             it
             was
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             so
             retains
             unto
             this
             Nations
             sorrow
             ,
          
           
             From
             
               our
               lost
               gewds
               ,
            
             the
             last
             part
             of
             it
             borrow
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             believe
             the
             Sallads
             of
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             Physicall
             Herbage
             ,
             for
             a
             twelve-months
             space
          
           
             Would
             be
             too
             great
             a
             fraight
             and
             summe
             to
             trie
          
           
             The
             bank
             o'
             th'
             
               Caledonick
            
             Pedlary
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             I
             think
             't
             is
             time
             the
             Bill
             of
             Fare
             ,
          
           
             Given
             in
             and
             read
             ,
             for
             Dinner
             to
             prepare
             .
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             II.
             Question
             I.
             
          
           
             WHat
             time
             and
             hour
             is
             best
             to
             eat
             at
             ?
             Answer
             ,
          
           
             
               (a)
            
             As
             
               Rasis
            
             doth
             advise
             in
             his
             
               (b)
            
             
               Almansor
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             Now
             
               Rasis
            
             was
             in
             Physick
             a
             
               sage
               Solon
            
             )
          
           
             After
             our
             former
             meats
             have
             pass'd
             grand
             
               (c)
            
             Colon
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             
               Saburra
            
             of
             the
             place
             unloaded
             ,
          
           
             No
             longer
             meat
             ,
             no
             longer
             drink
             be
             avoided
             :
          
           
             A
             little
             exercise
             ,
             but
             not
             to
             sweat
             ,
          
           
             Excites
             the
             duller
             appetite
             to
             eat
             :
          
           
             Soon
             as
             the
             eager
             Gentleman
             is
             rais'd
          
           
             Fall
             on
             a
             Gods
             name
             (
             that
             's
             with
             
               God
               be
               prais'd
               :
            
             )
          
           
             Do
             not
             defraud
             him
             ,
             nay
             ,
             we
             can't
             ,
             I
             fear
             ,
          
           
             Hope
             to
             disswade
             ,
             where
             there
             is
             ne're
             an
             ear
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             it
             happens
             at
             a
             
               Lord
               Mayors
               Shew
            
          
           
             (
             For
             greater
             Festivals
             we
             do
             not
             know
             )
          
           
             It
             is
             so
             long
             before
             the
             hundredth
             dish
          
           
             Is
             plac'd
             ,
             and
             the
             
               Sword-bearer
            
             to
             his
             wish
             ,
          
           
             Hath
             chang'd
             the
             Sword
             o'
             th'
             City
             for
             a
             Knife
          
           
             (
             Sharp
             as
             the
             Carver
             )
             so
             did
             tew
             to
             th'
             life
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             about
             most
             powerfully
             (
             his
             heat
          
           
             And
             the
             sharp
             humour
             laid
             )
             doth
             no
             defeat
             :
          
           
           
             '
             Then
             or
             with
             vinegar
             or
             violets
             syrrup
             ,
          
           
             '
             You
             may
             this
             lazy
             couchant
             Lion
             stir
             up
             ;
          
           
             But
             if
             you
             have
             not
             any
             of
             those
             at
             hand
             ,
          
           
             (
             I
             hope
             hot
             water
             may
             be
             at
             command
             )
          
           
             Not
             
               Aqua
               vitae
            
             (
             though
             a
             dramme
             for
             crude
          
           
             And
             pituitous
             stomacks
             may
             be
             good
             :
             )
          
           
             But
             here
             t
             is
             
               Aesops
               heated
               water
            
             meant
             ,
          
           
             Which
             once
             tane
             down
             ,
             the
             stomack
             upward
             sent
             :
          
           
             After
             relouncing
             ,
             if
             the
             stomack
             bray
          
           
             (
             Like
             a
             sharp
             Ass
             ,
             for
             thistles
             or
             for
             nay
             )
          
           
             Give
             its
             
               demensum
               ,
            
             let
             it
             feed
             
               pro
               more
            
          
           
             On
             any
             meat
             that
             is
             set
             down
             before
             ye
             ;
          
           
             And
             for
             the
             
               quoties
               ,
            
             let
             it
             as
             it
             wont
          
           
             (
             Unless
             some
             vitious
             custome
             's
             paramont
             )
          
           
             Then
             by
             degrees
             relinquish
             that
             ,
             not
             sudden
             ,
          
           
             '
             No
             hasty
             thing
             is
             good
             ,
             scarce
             hasty
             pudding
             ,
          
           
             
               Twice
               in
               a
               day
               ,
            
             or
             what
             's
             more
             temperate
             ,
          
           
             
               Thrice
               in
               two
               dayes
               ,
            
             or
             as
             't
             is
             forc'd
             of
             late
             ,
          
           
             
               (
               Once
               in
               a
               day
               )
            
             for
             squeez'd
             &
             dreyn'd
             Revenue
          
           
             Is
             good
             to
             feed
             the
             bellies
             lank
             Retinue
             ;
          
           
             Take
             't
             from
             a
             prudent
             Prince
             ,
             who
             'l
             tell
             ye
             ,
          
           
             By
             no
             means
             make
             a
             Cloke-bag
             of
             your
             belly
             .
             
               (d)
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             III.
             Vpon
             the
             Appetite
             ,
             and
             custome
             of
             eating
             .
          
           
             AS
             we
             have
             us'd
             for
             
               Custome
            
             (
             as
             a
             
               second
            
          
           
             
               Nature
               ,
            
             is
             by
             learn'd
             
               (a)
            
             
               Averroes
            
             reckon'd
             )
          
           
             So
             still
             persist
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             good
             for
             men
          
           
             To
             eat
             what
             they
             are
             wont
             ,
             saith
             
               Avicen
            
             ;
          
           
             For
             totall
             change
             of
             diet
             cannot
             be
          
           
             Commended
             ,
             nor
             from
             hence
             hath
             warranty
             .
          
           
             Nor
             we
             mean
             here
             ,
             like
             
               Henry
            
             of
             
               Narar
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             The
             happy
             Thunderbolt
             of
             the
             
               French
               war
            
             )
          
           
             (
             Who
             angry
             with
             his
             chiding
             Confessor
             ,
          
           
             
               (c)
            
             'Cause
             he
             enjoyned
             frequent
             penance
             for
          
           
             His
             often
             Peccadilloes
             ,
             'gainst
             the
             breach
          
           
             Of
             the
             seventh
             Precrept
             ,
             and
             did
             Doctrines
             teach
          
           
             Of
             conjugall
             charity
             )
             this
             Prince
             wroth
             ,
          
           
             Confin'd
             the
             
               Priest
            
             to
             
               Capon
            
             and
             
               white
               Broth
            
          
           
             For
             constant
             diet
             ,
             t
             was
             a
             dish
             he
             lov
             ▪
             d
             ,
          
           
             But
             for
             so
             long
             continuance
             not
             approv'd
             .
          
           
             The
             Story
             's
             known
             ,
             apply
             but
             meat
             to
             wives
             ,
          
           
             But
             does
             not
             hold
             in
             things
             we
             treat
             with
             knives
             .
          
           
             More
             than
             one
             dish
             may
             be
             by
             us
             accosted
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             the
             fare
             be
             baked
             ,
             sodden
             ,
             or
             rosted
             :
          
           
             The
             
               Crambe
            
             of
             one
             dish
             a
             
               Greek
            
             't
             would
             kill
             ,
          
           
             If
             he
             's
             enforc'd
             to
             feed
             upon
             it
             still
             :
          
           
             Nor
             
               (b)
            
             
               Epicurus
            
             like
             ,
             or
             like
             his
             drove
             ,
          
           
             To
             gurmundize
             and
             Jerfe
             it
             do
             we
             prove
             ,
          
           
             And
             wish
             to
             find
             the
             lech'ry
             of
             Provant
             ,
          
           
             
               Philoxenus
            
             his
             neck
             ,
             or
             Cormorant
             .
          
           
             This
             were
             to
             be
             a
             
               Wood
            
             or
             
               Maxriot
               ,
            
          
           
             Two
             
               English
               Helluas
            
             for
             his
             daily
             pot
             ,
          
           
             The
             heads
             of
             Beasts
             ,
             with
             their
             appertinance
             ,
          
           
             Entrails
             and
             all
             ,
             would
             not
             a
             meal
             advance
             ,
          
           
           
             Such
             throats
             (
             as
             Cormorants
             are
             us'd
             in
             game
             )
          
           
             Should
             be
             string-throtled
             ,
             or
             the
             poor
             will
             blame
             ;
          
           
             No
             ,
             rather
             do
             ,
             as
             we
             in
             sundry
             places
          
           
             In
             his
             
               Almanzor
            
             are
             advis'd
             by
             
               Rasis
               ,
            
          
           
             Make
             an
             election
             of
             your
             food
             (
             and
             where
          
           
             There●s
             choice
             ,
             one
             dish
             is
             not
             presum'd
             the
             cheer
             )
          
           
             Nor
             have
             at
             all
             ,
             for
             then
             we
             eat
             a
             Musse
             ,
          
           
             That
             is
             not
             manly
             ,
             Swine
             do
             onely
             thus
             .
          
           
             Then
             let
             our
             meats
             themselves
             be
             simply
             good
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             one
             mans
             poyson
             is
             anothers
             food
             :
          
           
             And
             what
             our
             palate
             takes
             and
             custome
             likes
             ,
          
           
             Though
             not
             so
             nourishing
             ,
             will
             passe
             the
             pikes
             ,
          
           
             I
             mean
             the
             Palisadoes
             of
             the
             face
             ,
          
           
             Which
             have
             ,
             in
             point
             of
             eating
             ,
             the
             first
             place
             ;
          
           
             For
             manduration
             and
             our
             thorough
             chewing
          
           
             Prepares
             what
             is
             into
             the
             stomack
             going
             ,
          
           
             And
             doth
             facilitate
             the
             work
             o'
             th'
             place
             ,
          
           
             (
             Which
             doth
             not
             gobbets
             like
             ,
             nor
             gubbins
             base
             )
          
           
             For
             as
             it
             goes
             it
             payes
             a
             certain
             toll
          
           
             To
             th'
             palate
             ,
             doth
             that
             Avenue
             controll
             ;
          
           
             There
             it
             receives
             an
             introductive
             change
             ,
          
           
             Before
             it
             come
             into
             the
             stomacks
             range
             :
          
           
             And
             therefore
             Brawn
             ,
             thouh
             a
             most
             lusty
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Is
             no
             wayes
             for
             a
             toothlesse
             Dame
             to
             eat
             ,
          
           
             Beside
             the
             hazard
             ,
             which
             way
             ere
             't
             should
             slip
             ,
          
           
             (
             Or
             down
             the
             throat
             ,
             or
             back
             to
             the
             dish
             skip
             ;
             )
          
           
             W●thout
             good
             chewing
             it
             would
             lie
             to
             heavy
          
           
             For
             th'
             
               Aqua
               vitae
            
             bottles
             us'd
             Replevy
             :
          
           
             Yet
             unto
             such
             ,
             whose
             constitution
             ,
          
           
             Like
             
               Cato's
            
             ,
             needs
             no
             contribution
          
           
             Of
             Counsels
             ,
             nor
             of
             dose
             from
             Medicil
             Art
             ,
          
           
             (
             Who
             for
             his
             proper
             safety
             had
             a
             part
          
           
             Of
             pitiful
             Physick
             ,
             in
             moroser
             adage
             ,
          
           
             Teaching
             all
             cures
             by
             
               vomit
            
             and
             by
             
               Cabadge
               ,
            
          
           
             So
             did
             preserve
             unto
             a
             wondrous
             length
          
           
             His
             Iron
             sides
             ,
             and
             almost
             Ostrich
             strength
             .
             )
          
           
           
             (
             Pardon
             the
             space
             of
             this
             Parenthasis
             )
          
           
             To
             such
             we
             say
             ,
             Athletick
             bulks
             as
             his
             ;
          
           
             Diet
             that
             's
             simply
             bad
             you
             may
             not
             give
             ,
          
           
             He
             might
             with
             
               Cabbadge
               ,
            
             not
             with
             
               Hemlock
            
             live
             :
          
           
             Let
             us
             I
             pray
             be
             rightly
             understood
             ,
          
           
             You
             may
             eat
             bad
             ,
             but
             not
             your
             basest
             food
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             bad
             at
             all
             ,
             if
             it
             disgust
             ,
             but
             naughty
          
           
             And
             pleasing
             meat
             does
             well
             ,
             as
             hath
             been
             taught
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             IV.
             Of
             the
             order
             of
             Refection
             .
          
           
             LEt
             not
             your
             checquer'd
             Table
             crack
             with
             dishes
             ,
          
           
             Pil'd
             like
             a
             structure
             with
             Land-Beasts
             and
             Fishes
             ;
          
           
             '
             For
             multitude
             of
             meats
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             books
             ,
          
           
             '
             Distracts
             the
             brain
             ,
             and
             belly
             likewise
             looks
          
           
             For
             a
             digestion
             ,
             t'
             eat
             at
             all
             ,
             or
             read
          
           
             Without
             it
             ,
             shews
             rather
             hast
             than
             good
             speed
             :
          
           
             The
             brain
             or
             stomack
             ,
             if
             o're-cloy'd
          
           
             By
             superfluities
             ,
             are
             both
             dostroy'd
             :
          
           
             Nature
             hath
             but
             one
             Cook
             ,
             then
             send
             not
             in
          
           
             The
             studied
             work
             of
             ten
             Cooks
             managing
             ;
          
           
             It
             would
             be
             thought
             a
             wonder
             amongst
             men
             ,
          
           
             If
             one
             Esurient
             Cook
             should
             eat
             up
             ten
             .
          
           
             Thence
             comes
             corruption
             ,
             when
             that
             Cook
             is
             tir'd
             ,
          
           
             Gives
             o're
             the
             work
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             kitchin
             mir'd
             :
          
           
             Oh
             how
             he
             fumes
             !
             all
             
               Cooks
            
             are
             
               Cholerick
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             sends
             his
             vapours
             crude
             and
             flegmatick
          
           
             About
             the
             house
             (
             makes
             a
             foul
             house
             with
             all
             )
          
           
             Diseases
             
               spring
            
             is
             
               Cacochimicall
               .
            
          
           
           
             Next
             ,
             let
             your
             lighter
             meats
             ,
             and
             the
             subtiler
          
           
             Be
             faln
             upon
             before
             the
             gross
             and
             viler
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             my
             
               Don
               ,
            
             not
             
               Don
               Quixot
               ,
            
             I
             mean
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             such
             provision
             seldome
             there
             was
             seen
             )
          
           
             At
             second
             course
             begins
             ,
             and
             to
             be
             brief
             ,
          
           
             Eats
             (
             if
             he
             have
             it
             )
             at
             the
             last
             his
             beef
             .
          
           
             Take
             heed
             ,
             good
             
               Simon
               ,
            
             how
             you
             sup
             your
             broth
             ,
          
           
             Much
             mischief
             comes
             through
             the
             accustom'd
             sloth
          
           
             And
             negligence
             of
             Cooks
             ,
             both
             he
             and
             she
             ,
          
           
             Of
             all
             such
             Cooks
             ,
             
               clean●y
            
             come
             thou
             to
             me
             :
          
           
             Not
             sifting
             Oatmeal
             ,
             and
             the
             ingredients
             ,
          
           
             Which
             make
             your
             Mattin-cawdle
             liquaments
             ,
          
           
             Is
             cause
             ,
             that
             frequently
             most
             durty
             Atomes
          
           
             In
             silver
             Cup
             go
             toward
             the
             Ladies
             botomes
             :
          
           
             '
             Now
             ,
             though
             that
             blind
             men
             use
             to
             swallow
             flies
             ,
          
           
             '
             They
             would
             not
             surely
             ,
             if
             they
             had
             their
             eyes
             .
          
           
             This
             may
             be
             help'd
             yet
             ,
             by
             a
             wholsome
             drainer
             ,
          
           
             (
             If
             that
             you
             think
             the
             caution
             's
             not
             the
             vainer
             .
             )
          
           
             To
             things
             more
             pertinent
             we
             will
             proceed
             ,
          
           
             (
             '
             Yet
             a
             good
             Poet
             died
             by
             a
             
               *
            
             Grapes
             seed
             )
          
           
             No
             man
             will
             therefore
             (
             I
             do
             mean
             that
             wise
             is
             )
          
           
             Contemn
             us
             for
             our
             mean
             ,
             but
             true
             advises
             :
          
           
             But
             as
             our
             various
             dinner
             is
             a
             fault
             ,
          
           
             So
             is
             our
             
               stay
               ,
            
             and
             long
             
               remove
               o'
               th'
               Salt
            
             ;
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             good
             (
             like
             
               Dutch
            
             )
             
               I
               can't
               Dutch
               spreaken
               ,
            
          
           
             To
             sit
             at
             Table
             till
             our
             bellies
             breaken
             :
          
           
             Feed
             untill
             midnight
             ,
             and
             charess
             all
             commers
             ,
          
           
             And
             think
             all
             Physick
             is
             in
             crowned
             Rummers
             .
          
           
             A
             dang'rous
             custome
             ,
             and
             doth
             cause
             the
             stivers
          
           
             To
             march
             apace
             into
             their
             
               intrail-drivers
               .
            
          
           
             Oh
             how
             our
             Farriers
             thrive
             by
             fitting
             drenches
          
           
             For
             many
             a
             
               Hogen
               Mogen
               ,
               Men
            
             and
             
               Wenches
            
             !
          
           
             But
             shall
             we
             eat
             at
             all
             ?
             or
             what
             ?
             you
             'l
             say
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             yes
             ,
             you
             shall
             ,
             and
             shall
             no
             longer
             stay
             .
          
           
             Since
             that
             in
             Winter
             't
             was
             my
             hap
             to
             write
             ,
          
           
             
               Actuall
               hot
               meats
            
             are
             best
             for
             th'
             appetite
             :
          
           
           
             And
             when
             the
             Summers
             pleasing
             heat
             is
             come
             ,
          
           
             Let
             
               actual
               cold
               meats
            
             be
             i'
             th'
             others
             room
             :
          
           
             Think
             not
             all
             
               hots
            
             are
             of
             the
             Po●tage-pot
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             nothing
             cold
             but
             what
             its
             dressing
             got
          
           
             The
             night
             before
             ,
             but
             what
             by
             nature
             is
             ,
          
           
             Or
             hot
             or
             cold
             ,
             are
             so
             with
             emphasis
             :
          
           
             Wherefore
             those
             things
             ,
             whose
             quality
             's
             so
             cold
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             made
             so
             by
             snow
             ,
             from
             them
             withhold
             ;
          
           
             Or
             whose
             intensive
             heats
             (
             without
             the
             fire
             )
          
           
             Do
             warm
             ,
             to
             eat
             have
             not
             too
             much
             desire
             :
          
           
             Lubrick
             ,
             that
             's
             glibbery
             ,
             and
             the
             meat
             that
             's
             moist
          
           
             And
             juicy
             ,
             before
             drier
             fare
             accost
             ;
          
           
             
               Sweet
               meats
               ,
            
             and
             
               sawce
               that
               's
               sowr
            
             (
             though
             an
             old
             Saw
             )
          
           
             Is
             a
             good
             Rule
             in
             
               Avicenna's
            
             Law
             ;
          
           
             So
             mix
             your
             cold
             and
             hot
             ,
             your
             moist
             and
             dry
             ,
          
           
             That
             neither
             have
             a
             grand
             predominancy
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             these
             four
             precautions
             you
             may
             dine
             ,
          
           
             For
             contraries
             do
             their
             own
             selves
             refine
             :
          
           
             And
             while
             they
             strive
             each
             to
             be
             Master
             ,
          
           
             The
             broken
             Elements
             are
             safest
             posture
             ;
          
           
             So
             they
             do
             rarely
             temperate
             become
             ;
          
           
             Such
             Wars
             produce
             a
             Peace
             ,
             t
             is
             Pipe
             and
             Drum
             ;
          
           
             Wherefore
             let
             fat
             and
             unctions
             Swines-flesh
             swimme
          
           
             In
             sharp
             and
             sawces
             tart
             up
             to
             the
             brimme
             :
          
           
             Methinks
             it
             is
             a
             Dish
             highly
             
               abhorrens
            
          
           
             To
             see
             a
             Pig
             
               bemeasl'd
            
             all
             in
             
               Currans
               .
            
          
           
             D'
             you
             ask
             what
             place
             is
             best
             to
             take
             repast
             in
             ?
          
           
             (
             Not
             such
             as
             mine
             ,
             for
             that
             's
             a
             place
             to
             fast
             in
             :
             )
          
           
             But
             you
             that
             have
             your
             residence
             for
             food
             ,
          
           
             The
             coolest
             place
             ,
             except
             the
             Cellar
             ,
             's
             good
             ;
          
           
             And
             sometimes
             I
             have
             known
             that
             hath
             been
             us'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             its
             coolnesse
             ought
             not
             be
             refus'd
             :
          
           
             But
             for
             its
             
               heat
               ,
            
             as
             from
             a
             
               noli
               me
            
          
           
             
               Tangere
               ,
            
             flye
             ,
             for
             there
             the
             Bottles
             lye
             :
          
           
             And
             ever
             since
             
               Erasmus
            
             call'd
             it
             Hell
             ,
          
           
             You
             might
             in
             one
             as
             welll
             as
             
             th'other
             dwell
             ,
          
           
           
             In
             that
             with
             liquid
             fire
             they
             'r
             hard
             put
             to
             't
             ,
          
           
             In
             this
             God
             
               Bacchus
            
             is
             drunk
             up
             in
             boot
             :
          
           
             
               Certes
            
             this
             custome
             is
             in
             memory
             ,
          
           
             The
             pretty
             
               Bulchins
               Cradie
               was
               a
               Thigh
               .
            
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             Summer
             your
             coole
             um-brages
             ,
          
           
             And
             hid
             Recesses
             be
             your
             Diet-stages
             ,
          
           
             Provided
             that
             no
             intervemient
             wind
          
           
             Through
             doores
             or
             crevises
             nor
             strain'd
             aire
             find
          
           
             Accesse
             unto
             the
             place
             ,
             for
             t
             is
             debated
             ,
          
           
             And
             found
             ,
             the
             worst
             of
             air
             is
             preco-lated
             ;
          
           
             But
             chiefly
             chuse
             a
             ventilated
             place
             ,
          
           
             When
             that
             the
             Sun
             is
             in
             his
             highest
             race
             :
          
           
             For
             native
             heat
             's
             by
             that
             extracted
             much
             ,
          
           
             Just
             as
             the
             fires
             ,
             if
             Sun-beams
             do
             it
             touch
             ;
          
           
             But
             interpose
             a
             Screen
             ,
             or
             else
             the
             Maid
          
           
             Your
             fire
             's
             preserv'd
             ,
             your
             stomack
             by
             the
             shade
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             you
             have
             no
             such
             
               Sycamor
            
             places
             ,
          
           
             Eat
             at
             an
             hour
             that
             's
             cool
             then
             (
             saith
             my
             
               Rasis
            
             )
          
           
             After
             meat
             taken
             ,
             rest
             ,
             or
             sleep
             ,
             saith
             he
             ,
          
           
             Sleep
             not
             ,
             say
             some
             ,
             
               The
               Doctors
               disagree
            
             :
          
           
             Revive
             
               Mayerne
               ,
            
             and
             he
             will
             bid
             you
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             Old
             
               Paddy
            
             bid
             you
             smoke
             ,
             your
             eyes
             ope
             keep
             :
          
           
             I
             'm
             for
             the
             later
             Knight
             ,
             my
             patron
             ,
             who
          
           
             Gave
             me
             his
             Colledge
             ,
             shall
             give
             Counsel
             too
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             V.
             Of
             Meats
             in
             generall
             .
          
           
             THe
             first
             considerable
             food
             is
             
               Bread
               ,
            
          
           
             Which
             
               He
            
             in
             Sacred
             Prayer
             hallowed
             ,
          
           
             Who
             in
             that
             Prayer
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             (
             which
             bears
          
           
             Its
             high-sprung
             Makers
             name
             ,
             and
             to
             all
             years
             ,
          
           
             Must
             stand
             
               Matrix
            
             of
             holy
             
               Liturgies
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             be
             both
             
               Form
            
             and
             
               Part
            
             o'
             th'
             Services
             ,
          
           
             Better
             than
             all
             the
             
               whole
            
             )
             the
             platform
             lead
             ,
          
           
             ▪
             Of
             whom
             to
             ask
             ,
             and
             wherewith
             to
             be
             fed
             .
          
           
             
               Our
               daily
               bread
            
             includes
             ,
             as
             in
             a
             word
             ,
          
           
             The
             All-abundance
             of
             our
             fullest
             beard
             :
          
           
             And
             he
             whose
             belly
             's
             full
             with
             bread
             alone
             ,
          
           
             (
             And
             blessing
             'fore
             and
             after
             )
             were
             't
             a
             stone
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             find
             a
             satisfaction
             in
             his
             fare
             ,
          
           
             As
             great
             as
             if
             h'
             had
             din'd
             with
             my
             Lord
             May'r
             :
          
           
             There
             is
             a
             tast
             of
             his
             Religion
             ,
          
           
             Who
             dares
             not
             write
             so
             large
             as
             Dr.
             
               Brown
               .
            
          
           
             Now
             to
             our
             Phisical
             design
             ,
             we
             treat
             ,
          
           
             Therefore
             the
             civiliz'd
             part
             o'
             th'
             world
             with
             Wheat
             ,
          
           
             The
             
               Bread
               compacted
               ,
            
             and
             most
             stoutly
             kneaded
             ,
          
           
             Sifted
             most
             clean
             from
             
               bran
               ,
            
             and
             as
             it
             needed
             ,
          
           
             
               Salted
            
             and
             
               leaven'd
            
             by
             your
             Barm
             and
             Quick'ning
             ,
          
           
             And
             throughly
             bak'd
             ,
             will
             keep
             you
             best
             from
             sick'ning
             ;
          
           
             'T
             is
             light
             and
             tart
             ,
             as
             your
             good
             houswives
             say
             ,
          
           
             And
             makes
             i'
             th'
             body
             a
             convenient
             stay
             :
          
           
             For
             cleansed
             from
             its
             Bran
             ,
             which
             makes
             it
             swift
          
           
             Of
             passage
             ,
             and
             is
             onely
             good
             for
             drift
             ,
          
           
             Or
             scouring
             hands
             or
             pewter
             ,
             or
             the
             hair
             ,
          
           
             (
             But
             for
             the
             rich
             Jessimy
             Butters
             rare
             ,
          
           
             And
             Mr.
             
             
               Cutbeards
            
             Powder
             )
             it
             will
             fix
             ,
          
           
             And
             till
             a
             due
             egestion
             moves
             it
             ,
             sticks
             :
          
           
           
             And
             
               oven-bak'd
            
             is
             best
             ,
             the
             
               hearth
            
             is
             poor
             ,
          
           
             And
             onely
             fit
             for
             
               Caledonian
               Boor
            
             ;
          
           
             Except
             their
             Oat-cakes
             ,
             nothing
             doth
             me
             please
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             
               Solan
               Geese
               ,
               Bannock
               ,
            
             nor
             
               Barnacles
            
             :
          
           
             And
             spungy
             let
             it
             rise
             by
             its
             quick
             leaven
             ,
          
           
             For
             bread
             unleaven'd
             is
             not
             easily
             driven
          
           
             Out
             of
             the
             stomack
             ,
             but
             doth
             stay
             too
             long
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             its
             pains
             doth
             do
             the
             belly
             wrong
             :
          
           
             It
             makes
             obstruction
             in
             the
             
               Liver
               ,
            
             and
          
           
             Who
             would
             imagine
             Bread
             should
             turn
             to
             Sand
             ?
          
           
             Or
             to
             a
             Stone
             ?
             its
             evil
             quality
          
           
             Doth
             slime
             the
             reins
             ,
             and
             there
             doth
             
               petrifie
               .
            
          
           
             The
             
               Bread
               of
               Barley
               ,
            
             the
             tough
             plowmans
             food
             ,
          
           
             Is
             colder
             nutriment
             ,
             and
             not
             so
             good
             :
          
           
             But
             those
             who
             sweat
             ,
             and
             swink
             ,
             and
             thwack
             ,
             like
             sten●ors
             ,
          
           
             will
             digest
             stones
             ,
             if
             on
             them
             they
             adventure
             ;
          
           
             But
             otherwise
             that
             Bread
             doth
             little
             nourish
             ;
          
           
             T
             is
             windy
             too
             ,
             and
             makes
             the
             
               Colick
            
             flourish
             ,
          
           
             '
             And
             causeth
             cold
             diseases
             ,
             binds
             the
             belly
             ,
          
           
             And
             lies
             quiescent
             like
             a
             costive
             jelly
             .
          
           
             As
             other
             grains
             are
             in
             their
             natures
             ,
             so
          
           
             Is
             the
             Bread
             is
             made
             of
             any
             Dough
             :
          
           
             
               Bean-bread
            
             is
             flatulent
             and
             course
             ,
          
           
             But
             good
             for
             those
             have
             stomacks
             like
             a
             horse
             ;
          
           
             So
             
               Turnip-bread
               ,
            
             a
             new
             and
             late
             devise
             ,
          
           
             To
             fatten
             Hogs
             and
             Horses
             in
             a
             trice
             ▪
          
           
             The
             curse
             of
             all
             
               Corn-Chandlers
               ,
            
             who
             ,
             by
             that
          
           
             Project
             ,
             do
             keep
             their
             grain
             for
             the
             old
             Rat
             .
          
           
             Lastly
             ,
             your
             Bread
             ,
             when
             
               hot
               ,
            
             by
             no
             means
             eat
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             butter'd
             loaves
             ,
             they
             'r
             clungy
             clogging
             meat
             ,
          
           
             And
             bung
             the
             intrails
             up
             ,
             you
             cannot
             make
          
           
             A
             passage
             ,
             though
             you
             down
             long
             confects
             take
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             't
             is
             
               Scholars
               breakfast
            
             of
             the
             
               Times
               ,
            
          
           
             Which
             makes
             them
             of
             such
             pregnancy
             in
             Rimes
             .
          
           
             Yet
             if
             
               hot
               loaves
            
             you
             do
             account
             so
             dear
             ,
          
           
             You
             may
             for
             worms
             apply
             'um
             to
             your
             ear
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             VI
             .
             Of
             Drinks
             ,
             and
             first
             of
             Wine
          
           
             WHilest
             I
             do
             write
             thy
             profits
             ,
             and
             the
             good
          
           
             Thou
             dost
             confer
             (
             plump
             Grapes
             most
             noble
             blood
             )
          
           
             In
             either
             have
             nor
             call
             for
             helps
             from
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             voucht
             infuser
             of
             high
             Poetry
             ;
          
           
             It
             is
             enough
             for
             those
             who
             write
             thy
             praise
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             my
             Father
             
               Ben
               ,
            
             whose
             head
             with
             bayes
             ,
          
           
             Scarce
             yet
             inherited
             ,
             thou
             justly
             crown'dst
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             
               Silenus
            
             like
             ,
             well
             souc'd
             and
             plounc'd
          
           
             In
             essences
             of
             Sack
             ,
             whence
             spirits
             follow
             ,
          
           
             Richer
             and
             higher
             than
             his
             own
             
               Apollo
               .
            
          
           
             Let
             those
             thy
             brave
             and
             warm
             contagions
             boast
             ,
          
           
             Who
             do
             recite
             th'
             profit
             of
             their
             hoast
          
           
             And
             club-delight
             ,
             whate're
             th'
             hesternall
             fire
             ,
          
           
             (
             Not
             at
             next
             meeting
             quencht
             )
             did
             fore-inspire
             :
          
           
             A
             long
             forgetfulnesse
             hath
             seiz'd
             my
             soul
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             have
             I
             felt
             thy
             flames
             since
             
               Henham
            
             Bowl
             ;
          
           
             The
             cooler
             
               Hypocrene
            
             is
             spurn
             enough
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             cleer
             liquor
             headed
             from
             the
             hoof
          
           
             Of
             the
             wing'd
             
               Courser
               ,
            
             serves
             for
             such
             poor
             stuff
             ,
          
           
             As
             humbly
             now
             comes
             forth
             his
             Muses
             Cell
             ,
          
           
             Is
             sutable
             ,
             and
             hath
             its
             name
             from
             
               Well
            
             ;
             
          
           
             Yet
             we
             will
             yield
             thee
             a
             just
             Elogie
             ,
          
           
             Far
             from
             a
             strain'd
             and
             wrackt
             Hyperbole
             ,
          
           
             Whereby
             it
             shall
             appear
             thy
             fotive
             fire
             ,
          
           
             Was
             present
             in
             our
             wish
             ;
             and
             full
             desire
          
           
             We
             say
             ,
             and
             prove
             ,
             thou
             art
             that
             nutritive
          
           
             That
             keeps
             the
             spirits
             and
             the
             soul
             alive
             :
          
           
             And
             thy
             known
             pregnant
             operations
             joyns
          
           
             Those
             cognate
             paires
             ,
             as
             to
             thine
             
               Elmes
               ,
               are
               Vines
               ,
            
          
           
           
             Supporting
             those
             most
             rare
             Auxiliaries
             
               (b)
            
          
           
             By
             thine
             allied
             and
             subtile
             offices
             :
          
           
             So
             that
             ●ame
             
               (c)
            
             
               Psyche
            
             doth
             no
             servant
             more
          
           
             (
             Being
             absent
             long
             )
             than
             thine
             own
             self-deplore
             :
          
           
             At
             thy
             returns
             (
             for
             
               Queens
            
             do
             love
             and
             keep
          
           
             Their
             State
             too
             )
             though
             in
             sorrows
             plunged
             peep
             ,
          
           
             Shee
             is
             reviv'd
             ,
             and
             her
             quick
             actions
             prove
             ,
          
           
             Her
             alter'd
             instruments
             and
             her
             close
             love
             .
          
           
             '
             For
             thy
             affini●y
             is
             such
             ,
             so
             like
          
           
             '
             With
             naturall
             heat
             ,
             that
             as
             the
             flint
             doth
             strike
          
           
             '
             Sparkles
             and
             fire
             ,
             the
             ready
             tinder
             takes
          
           
             '
             The
             darted
             Stars
             ,
             and
             a
             glad
             union
             makes
             :
          
           
             So
             when
             thy
             vigorous
             cherishing
             gleams
          
           
             Reflect
             upon
             our
             blew
             and
             purple
             streams
             ,
          
           
             They
             all
             receive
             an
             influence
             from
             Thee
             ,
          
           
             And
             their
             alliance
             forthwith
             gratifie
             :
          
           
             Then
             as
             a
             loyall
             kinsman
             would
             ,
             thou
             dost
          
           
             Nourish
             and
             heal
             ,
             and
             dost
             expel
             the
             frost
             ,
          
           
             Both
             naturall
             and
             Christian
             away
             flies
             ,
          
           
             At
             thy
             approaches
             cold
             ,
             and
             crudities
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Christian
             Frost
             thou
             art
             as
             brief
             ,
          
           
             '
             Making
             th'
             afflicted
             to
             forget
             his
             grief
             ;
          
           
             The
             grosser
             blood
             thou
             streight
             dost
             clarifie
             ,
          
           
             No
             
               Scavenger
            
             in
             all
             the
             world
             like
             
               Thee
               ,
            
          
           
             Who
             by
             no
             tricks
             of
             Dung-carts
             new
             or
             old
          
           
             Cleansest
             the
             purple
             
               *
            
             channell
             when
             t
             is
             foul'd
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             the
             common
             shore
             of
             blood
             thou
             goest
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             obstruction
             from
             the
             liver
             throwest
             ;
          
           
             And
             thy
             new
             bush
             ,
             not
             broom
             ,
             sweeps
             clean
             ,
          
           
             And
             mundifies
             the
             sinck
             of
             All
             ,
             the
             Spleen
             .
          
           
             What
             misty
             vapour
             ,
             or
             opacous
             fume
          
           
             Dare
             stay
             ,
             when
             that
             thy
             excellence
             is
             come
             ?
          
           
             '
             As
             if
             some
             unthought
             Prince
             had
             faln
             from
             high
             ,
          
           
             '
             (
             Lost
             in
             opinion
             ,
             and
             to
             th'
             common
             eye
             )
          
           
             '
             His
             half
             incredulous
             friends
             ,
             'twixt
             joy
             and
             fear
             ,
          
           
             '
             Dare
             not
             believe
             ,
             nor
             dare
             not
             doubt
             him
             there
             ;
          
           
           
             '
             But
             setled
             in
             a
             view
             instead
             of
             Bels
          
           
             '
             And
             Bonefires
             ,
             the
             heart
             flames
             ,
             the
             pulse
             beats
             peals
             .
          
           
             So
             at
             reception
             of
             this
             Prince
             of
             Drinks
             ,
          
           
             The
             exalted
             hearrt
             it self
             in
             Paradise
             thinks
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             member
             of
             its
             warmed
             Trunk
          
           
             Shoots
             out
             ,
             and
             leaps
             ,
             though
             once
             't
             were
             sinew-shrunk
             .
          
           
             Joy
             is
             dispers'd
             ,
             and
             the
             relieved
             soul
          
           
             Doth
             all
             her
             ransom'd
             Ministers
             controul
             ;
          
           
             A
             noble
             boldnesse
             doth
             possesse
             the
             
               mind
               ,
            
          
           
             To
             suffer
             injuries
             of
             any
             kind
             ,
          
           
             Not
             to
             commit
             the
             least
             ,
             and
             she
             dares
             do
          
           
             What
             in
             her
             shrivel'd
             state
             she
             fear'd
             to
             shew
             .
          
           
             Magnanimous
             indeed
             ,
             and
             prone
             to
             seek
             ,
          
           
             Adventures
             ,
             and
             her self
             t'
             express
             and
             speak
             ,
          
           
             Not
             as
             the
             over-heated
             valiant
             Swine
          
           
             (
             Pot-pertinacious
             sometimes
             ,
             but
             not
             Wine
             .
             )
          
           
             But
             these
             are
             sober
             Animosities
             ,
          
           
             Which
             raise
             our
             wisdomes
             ,
             as
             our
             Fantasies
             ,
          
           
             Which
             coupled
             friendly
             in
             a
             social
             heat
             ,
          
           
             They
             can
             the
             tract
             of
             any
             business
             beat
             .
          
           
             '
             Wherefore
             let
             Proclamation
             forthwith
             be
             ,
          
           
             '
             That
             every
             Sex
             and
             Age
             have
             liberty
          
           
             '
             At
             any
             time
             ,
             to
             tast
             this
             precious
             juice
             ,
          
           
             '
             Whose
             vertues
             are
             so
             high
             ,
             so
             good
             his
             use
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             the
             
               Quantum
               ?
            
             or
             how
             much
             we
             may
             ,
          
           
             (
             Methinks
             the
             Vintnes
             cry
             ,
             Tel's
             that
             I
             pray
             ,
          
           
             That
             the
             last
             Impost
             by
             a
             general
             draught
          
           
             May
             be
             forgot
             ,
             and
             the
             sunk
             price
             out-quaft
             ;
             )
          
           
             And
             truly
             ,
             so
             it
             will
             make
             friends
             ,
             we
             may
          
           
             Drink
             what
             our
             natures
             well
             can
             bear
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             firm
             habits
             of
             unspoiled
             brains
          
           
             '
             (
             Some
             drink
             not
             freely
             ,
             but
             are
             in
             wine-chains
             )
          
           
             Can
             gallantly
             discharge
             ,
             without
             a
             spoil
          
           
             Unto
             our
             purse
             ,
             or
             to
             our
             souls
             a
             soil
             .
          
           
             Now
             Wine
             is
             wondrous
             like
             
               Theriaca
               ,
            
             
               (a)
            
          
           
             So
             strange
             his
             various
             numerous
             vertues
             play
             ;
          
           
           
             Cold
             humours
             it
             doth
             heat
             ,
             infrigidates
             hot
             ▪
          
           
             Moistens
             the
             dry
             ,
             and
             where
             tough
             moisture
             's
             got
             ,
          
           
             Extenuates
             ;
             such
             
               Protean
            
             qualities
          
           
             Hath
             the
             rare
             Plant
             ,
             that
             smoke
             ▪
             before
             our
             eyes
             :
          
           
             Of
             both
             which
             excellent
             creatures
             ,
             
               Wine
            
             and
             
               Smoke
               ,
            
          
           
             I
             dare
             affirm
             ,
             that
             were
             you
             like
             to
             choke
          
           
             With
             thirst
             ,
             the
             one
             or
             tother
             shall
             your
             droughth
          
           
             Asswage
             ,
             before
             the
             coolest
             water
             down
             your
             mouth
             .
          
           
             Now
             take
             what
             
               Rasis
            
             saith
             ,
             Wine
             doth
             retard
          
           
             Old
             age
             ,
             and
             all
             its
             lazy
             flegmatick
             guard
             :
          
           
             Unto
             the
             stomack
             't
             is
             the
             sworn
             
               Ephaestion
               ,
            
          
           
             Corroborates
             ,
             and
             ministers
             digestion
             .
          
           
             But
             after
             all
             these
             Panegyrick
             shews
             ,
          
           
             There
             is
             ,
             beware
             ,
             a
             
               Serpent
            
             in
             the
             close
             ;
          
           
             I
             mean
             not
             that
             is
             drank
             with
             Vipers
             in
             't
             ,
          
           
             But
             in
             every
             Butt
             that
             passeth
             by
             the
             pint
             .
          
           
             '
             ;
             If
             you
             abuse
             it
             to
             undecencies
             ,
          
           
             '
             And
             murder
             it
             in
             superfluities
             ,
          
           
             '
             The
             vertue
             's
             lost
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             vacant
             place
          
           
             '
             Your
             own
             Diseases
             come
             ,
             and
             Wine
             's
             disgrace
             :
          
           
             '
             The
             dry'd
             up
             Liver
             ,
             and
             the
             trembling
             Nerves
             ,
          
           
             '
             Caus'd
             from
             the
             moistned
             brains
             ,
             return'd
             reserves
             :
          
           
             Contracting
             Spasma
             ,
             and
             cold
             Apoplexie
             ,
          
           
             Abused
             Grapes
             ,
             conspired
             friends
             will
             vex
             ye
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             VII
             .
             Of
             Meath
             or
             Metheglin
             .
          
           
             THe
             Bee
             ,
             that
             subtil
             and
             industrious
             creature
             ,
          
           
             Of
             pains
             incredulous
             ,
             but
             little
             feature
             ,
          
           
             Doth
             from
             the
             profits
             of
             his
             balmy
             thighs
             ,
          
           
             For
             lazier
             men
             ,
             hive
             up
             his
             sweet
             supplies
             :
          
           
             If
             from
             the
             eater
             honey
             came
             ,
             the
             bee
          
           
             Both
             emblem
             is
             and
             child
             of
             industry
             .
          
           
             Madam
             ,
             your self
             is
             an
             unwinged
             Bee
             ,
          
           
             Disdain
             not
             (
             Lady
             )
             this
             mean
             simile
             ,
          
           
             When
             the
             grand
             Plato
             ,
             learned
             ,
             grave
             and
             wise
             ,
          
           
             Describ'd
             a
             man
             by
             these
             two
             differences
             ,
          
           
             Unfeather'd
             and
             two-legg'd
             ,
             so
             in
             a
             mock
             ,
          
           
             They
             sent
             him
             home
             his
             own
             man
             ,
             a
             pluckt
             cock
             :
          
           
             When
             that
             I
             saw
             more
             then
             Hyblean
             skill
             ,
          
           
             And
             Bees
             to
             have
             but
             one
             art
             ▪
             you
             what
             you
             will
             ;
          
           
             The
             Ants
             and
             Grashoppers
             submit
             to
             you
             ;
          
           
             And
             think
             themselves
             but
             drones
             when
             you
             'r
             in
             view
             ;
          
           
             Your
             various
             artifices
             your
             sex
             disgrace
             ,
          
           
             (
             Ev'n
             unto
             painting
             skill'd
             ,
             all
             but
             the
             face
             )
          
           
             It
             put
             me
             to
             an
             Emulation
             then
             ,
          
           
             (
             Oh
             that
             there
             were
             no
             other
             strifes
             'mongst
             men
             )
          
           
             To
             see
             a
             Lady
             of
             such
             diligences
             ,
          
           
             Of
             more
             Professions
             Mistress
             then
             of
             Senses
             ▪
          
           
             And
             I
             that
             paid
             for
             dearly
             what
             they
             call
             ,
          
           
             Howe're
             the
             seven
             endowments
             liber●ll
             ,
          
           
             (
             But
             foolish
             purchaser
             took
             but
             smal
             w●●e
          
           
             For
             money
             and
             time
             ,
             the
             which
             was
             〈◊〉
             more
             rare
             )
          
           
             Could
             not
             for
             all
             my
             seven
             years
             penniwo●th
             ,
          
           
             Shew
             so
             good
             a●ts
             as
             you
             did
             then
             hold
             forth
             ;
          
           
             Nay
             I
             profess
             it
             ,
             were
             expe●ience
             made
             ,
          
           
             (
             Excepting
             in
             this
             scribling
             quibling
             taade
             )
          
           
           
             The
             exigent
             put
             ,
             you
             would
             your
             fortunes
             carve
             ,
          
           
             In
             any
             part
             o'
             th'
             world
             ,
             tnd
             I
             might
             starve
             ;
          
           
             Nay
             in
             my
             very
             subject
             ,
             if
             you
             please
             ,
          
           
             You
             could
             out-vy
             me
             too
             in
             recipes
             ,
          
           
             And
             teach
             the
             medling
             fool
             to
             be
             more
             quiet
             .
          
           
             And
             come
             to
             Henham-hall
             to
             study
             diet
             ;
          
           
             Where
             Metheglin
             ev'ry
             winter
             morn
             ,
          
           
             With
             tost
             and
             tankard
             to
             our
             lips
             are
             born
             :
          
           
             For
             honey
             is
             exceeding
             hot
             (
             saith
             
               Rasis
            
             )
          
           
             And
             is
             high
             food
             for
             bodies
             cold
             ,
             and
             places
             :
          
           
             The
             pea●l
             o'
             th'
             morning
             genders
             blood
             and
             choler
             ,
          
           
             So
             one
             way
             good
             ,
             and
             th'
             other
             naught
             for
             scholar
             :
          
           
             B●t
             for
             complexions
             sanguine
             ,
             such
             as
             mine
             ,
          
           
             It
             is
             less
             wholsom
             ,
             then
             a
             little
             wine
             ;
          
           
             But
             to
             cold
             persons
             ,
             and
             of
             sinews
             weak
             ,
          
           
             And
             flegmatick
             ▪
             and
             Ladies
             stomack-sick
             ,
          
           
             It
             is
             a
             high
             and
             sure
             corroborator
             ,
          
           
             As
             saith
             our
             Avacena's
             commentator
             :
          
           
             The
             ways
             to
             make
             it
             are
             so
             many
             ,
             I
          
           
             Had
             rather
             drink
             a
             cup
             of
             't
             ,
             then
             descry
             .
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             VIII
             .
             Of
             Ale
             .
          
           
             DRnk
             famous
             ,
             infamous
             ,
             prais'd
             and
             disprais'd
             ,
          
           
             From
             stygian
             lakes
             ,
             that
             's
             muddy
             harbours
             rais'd
          
           
             From
             common
             shores
             and
             father
             Ben's
             adventures
             ,
          
           
             How
             dar'st
             thou
             boiled
             bog
             or
             muzzles
             enter
             ?
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             keen
             cheroketh
             blows
             sat
             Bumpkin
             ,
          
           
             Who
             will
             refuse
             to
             drink
             thee
             in
             a
             Rumpkin
             ?
          
           
             Enough
             is
             written
             for
             thee
             ,
             pro
             and
             con
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             since
             hops
             came
             thy
             name
             is
             almost
             gon
             :
          
           
           
             But
             that
             the
             Alderman
             hath
             cleans'd
             thy
             tide
             ,
          
           
             And
             makes
             us
             wish
             thee
             yet
             amongst
             us
             Bide
             ▪
          
           
             And
             Huff
             of
             famous
             memory
             ,
             that
             Huff
             ,
          
           
             Who
             to
             his
             ale
             had
             no
             sign
             but
             his
             ruff
             ;
          
           
             That
             ,
             and
             his
             ale
             most
             smooth
             ,
             did
             so
             well
             work
             ,
          
           
             The
             house
             was
             full
             of
             Christian
             and
             of
             Turk
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             demulsing
             lubrick
             mornings
             drafts
             ,
          
           
             A
             good
             estate
             into
             old
             Huff
             was
             quaft
             ,
          
           
             What
             is
             ale
             good
             for
             ?
             look
             against
             his
             doors
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             shall
             see
             them
             rotted
             with
             ale-showrs
             :
          
           
             It
             hath
             this
             speciall
             commendation
             ,
          
           
             To
             cleanse
             the
             ureter
             ,
             and
             break
             the
             Stone
             :
          
           
             Just
             as
             a
             feather-bed
             the
             flint
             doth
             break
             ,
          
           
             So
             th'
             other
             stone
             your
             North-down-ale
             alike
             :
          
           
             Thy
             mother
             Ba●ly
             is
             an
             enemy
          
           
             To
             th'
             nerves
             ,
             that
             makes
             men
             stagger
             after
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Drunk
             beyond
             Huffs
             demensum
             ,
             who
             did
             stint
          
           
             In
             's
             regular
             ruff
             ,
             his
             guests
             unto
             a
             pint
             .
          
           
             (
             But
             at
             one
             session
             )
             yet
             go
             forth
             ,
             and
             face
          
           
             About
             ,
             and
             then
             you
             might
             take
             tother
             glasse
             :
          
           
             Windy
             thou
             art
             ,
             wheth●
             in
             bottles
             close
          
           
             Corkt
             up
             a
             pris'ner
             ,
             and
             as
             bad
             let
             loose
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             foul
             and
             gravell'd
             reins
             thou
             dost
             make
             terse
             ,
          
           
             Not
             made
             too
             strong
             ,
             and
             by
             good
             store
             ,
             disperse
             :
          
           
             'T
             is
             weight
             ,
             as
             much
             as
             vertue
             ,
             does
             that
             feat
             ,
          
           
             Tunbridge
             and
             Barnet
             ,
             of
             opinion
             great
             ,
          
           
             Are
             no
             more
             soveraign
             then
             the
             wholsom
             spring
             ,
          
           
             To
             which
             sir
             Thomas
             gave
             a
             covering
             ,
          
           
             And
             bowls
             in
             chains
             ,
             the
             aged
             man
             can
             tell
             ,
          
           
             When
             Barnet
             fails
             ,
             those
             waters
             sell
             as
             well
          
           
             To
             cousend
             citizens
             ,
             yet
             we
             can't
             deny
             .
          
           
             Ta
             many
             baths
             specifick
             quality
             :
          
           
             But
             chiefly
             (
             as
             by
             parentage
             I
             'm
             bound
             )
          
           
             I
             like
             the
             wells
             in
             Wellingborrough-ground
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             spring's
             renoun'd
             for
             vertue
             uterine
             ,
          
           
             And
             still
             is
             famous
             for
             our
             pregnant
             queen
             .
          
           
           
             But
             to
             our
             ale
             (
             and
             there
             is
             humming
             stuff
          
           
             As
             good
             as
             any
             tinker
             did
             ere
             cuff
             .
             )
          
           
             Those
             who
             indulge
             themselves
             to
             too
             much
             wines
             ,
          
           
             Allay
             that
             heat
             by
             thee
             ,
             and
             cool
             their
             chines
             :
          
           
             Onely
             like
             nitty
             sack
             it
             leaves
             a
             tail
             ,
          
           
             And
             lies
             in
             the
             clung'd
             throat
             most
             roapy
             ale
             ,
          
           
             But
             daughter
             of
             the
             tother
             mother
             ,
             wheat
             ,
          
           
             And
             mixt
             with
             mint
             or
             smallage
             ,
             thou
             art
             neat
             ;
          
           
             And
             sage
             or
             wormwood
             in
             a
             small
             degree
             ,
          
           
             Do
             clear
             thy
             fog
             ,
             and
             grossness
             clarifie
             :
          
           
             But
             now
             these
             later
             knowing
             dayes
             have
             made
          
           
             Thee
             fit
             infusion
             for
             our
             physick-trade
             :
          
           
             The
             Lettices
             of
             ale-compounded
             shops
          
           
             Are
             now
             as
             numerous
             as
             those
             of
             hops
             :
          
           
             There
             's
             scarce
             a
             street
             in
             which
             out
             worships
             go
             in
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             thy
             name
             in
             some
             new
             mode
             doth
             crow
             in
             ;
          
           
             A
             proper
             word
             ,
             since
             every where
             they
             drape
             on
             ,
          
           
             In
             live
             ale
             or
             mortified
             Cock
             or
             Capon
             ;
          
           
             The
             physick
             of
             the
             Spring
             and
             Fall
             is
             ale
             ,
          
           
             And
             bags
             of
             drugs
             and
             Simples
             by
             sea
             sail
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             were
             returning
             from
             the
             Indies
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             ingredients
             for
             this
             woort
             so
             windy
          
           
             Had
             
               Culpeper
            
             but
             strain'd
             his
             faculties
             ,
          
           
             And
             stead
             of
             what
             he
             did
             translated
             this
          
           
             Into
             some
             forreign
             Countrey
             ,
             and
             not
             Tongue
             ,
          
           
             He
             had
             the
             nation
             been
             the
             prime
             among
             :
          
           
             But
             now
             
               Riverus
            
             and
             the
             Staple-book
          
           
             Of
             Compositions
             ,
             on
             him
             scurv'ly
             look
             ,
          
           
             For
             prostituting
             the
             art
             ;
             for
             no
             Bawd
             ,
          
           
             Moral
             or
             civil
             ,
             can
             our
             Verse
             applaud
             ;
          
           
             
               Vehiculum
            
             of
             every
             drug
             ,
             I
             may
          
           
             Call
             thee
             most
             aptly
             by
             the
             name
             of
             
               Dray
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             to
             the
             very
             arts
             of
             Schools
             thou
             'rt
             come
             ,
          
           
             By
             sad
             exchange
             of
             rods
             for
             
               lotium
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             made
             most
             swingeing
             ale
             for
             butts
             ,
          
           
             I
             mean
             the
             place
             
               econtrae
            
             to
             the
             guts
             :
          
           
           
             Tradition
             pleads
             for
             thee
             (
             for
             ale
             is
             old
             )
          
           
             And
             since
             thy
             sad
             disuse
             ,
             the
             world
             is
             bold
          
           
             To
             charge
             the
             Stone
             i'
             th'
             body
             ,
             and
             the
             Church
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             thy
             vale
             Doctors
             make
             a
             search
             ,
          
           
             And
             try
             if
             Heresy
             ,
             and
             that
             sharp
             pain
          
           
             From
             ale
             's
             desertion
             ,
             did
             not
             footing
             gain
             .
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             IX
             .
             Of
             Beere
             .
          
           
             Beer
             is
             a
             hop
             remov'd
             from
             ale
             ,
             the
             hop
          
           
             from
             a
             damn'd
             weed
             is
             a
             common
             crop
             :
          
           
             '
             So
             things
             condemn'd
             and
             censur'd
             ,
             are
             retain'd
             ,
          
           
             '
             Because
             forbidden
             ,
             it
             more
             credit
             gain'd
             :
          
           
             Yet
             if
             maturely
             rotted
             ,
             where
             no
             fault
          
           
             Is
             in
             the
             beer
             by
             foul
             and
             wively
             malt
             ,
          
           
             Well
             kept
             and
             lodg'd
             ,
             and
             purged
             by
             the
             sea
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Marches
             two
             ,
             it
             may
             probatum
             be
             :
          
           
             But
             in
             digested
             hops
             and
             unboil'd
             beer
          
           
             Make
             Doctors
             Jubile
             ev'ry
             year
             :
          
           
             Some
             anti-hoppists
             are
             for
             b●oom
             ,
             and
             make
          
           
             The
             blessed
             Carduus
             ,
             that
             infusion
             l●ke
             .
          
           
             This
             last
             is
             physick-drink
             ,
             and
             your
             broom-beer
          
           
             Is
             bitter
             ,
             and
             to
             wood-dry'd
             malt
             is
             near
             ;
          
           
             But
             gentle
             Purle
             is
             good
             ,
             and
             botled
             best
             ;
          
           
             And
             Twist
             is
             good
             ,
             so
             sings
             Will
             Hoopers
             guest
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             X.
             Of
             Flesh-meats
             in
             generall
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             an
             an
             axiom
             in
             Philosophy
             ,
          
           
             That
             every
             like
             its
             like
             is
             nourisht
             by
             :
          
           
             Wherefore
             consid'ring
             that
             we
             'r
             flesh
             and
             blood
             ,
          
           
             And
             flesh
             and
             blood
             is
             our
             most
             proper
             food
             ;
          
           
             But
             generall
             rules
             have
             their
             exception
             ,
          
           
             Grammer
             and
             Nature
             in
             like
             orders
             run
             ,
          
           
             For
             whom
             all
             things
             were
             made
             ;
             Man
             paramount
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             of
             the
             creature
             ,
             may
             the
             creature
             count
             ,
          
           
             His
             diet
             and
             his
             staves
             ,
             he
             may
             eat
             all
             ,
          
           
             Except
             himself
             ,
             he
             is
             no
             Caniball
             :
          
           
             And
             though
             unto
             a
             proverb
             it
             is
             true
             ,
          
           
             Man
             is
             a
             woolf
             to
             man
             ;
             't
             should
             not
             be
             so
             :
          
           
             For
             the
             most
             rav'nous
             of
             creatures
             do
             forbear
             ,
          
           
             And
             don't
             themselves
             a
             dire
             provision
             ●ear
             ;
          
           
             That
             sow's
             unfed
             will
             their
             dead
             babies
             eat
             ,
          
           
             And
             hounds
             do
             make
             the
             noble
             horse
             their
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Is
             not
             enough
             to
             make
             a
             president
             ,
             no
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             is
             alwayes
             ,
             or
             plerumque
             ,
             so
             ;
          
           
             The
             princely
             Eagle
             ,
             and
             the
             Buzzard
             base
             ,
          
           
             Feed
             not
             on
             birds
             when
             offal
             's
             in
             the
             place
             ;
          
           
             So
             at
             the
             Samaria's
             siege
             ,
             the
             King
             did
             give
          
           
             A
             sentence
             for
             that
             child
             that
             was
             alive
             ,
          
           
             Not
             of
             the
             dead
             ,
             for
             grand
             necessity
             ,
          
           
             And
             famine
             's
             nurse
             to
             Anthropophogie
             .
          
           
             This
             doth
             not
             hinder
             then
             ,
             but
             still
             Thesis
          
           
             Holds
             Flesh
             is
             food
             generall
             ,
             and
             pl●●●es
             ;
          
           
             Nothing
             so
             fattens
             ▪
             so
             corroborates
             ,
          
           
             Nothing
             the
             body's
             life-guard
             so
             creates
             .
          
           
             (
             The
             red
             coat
             blood
             ,
             in
             blew
             coat
             veins
             of
             State
             )
          
           
           
             The
             yellow
             coat
             's
             of
             cholar
             ,
             flegmatick
             ,
          
           
             Of
             white
             and
             blak
             coats
             that
             i'
             th'
             reer
             doth
             stick
             ;
          
           
             Of
             earthly
             melancholy
             ,
             who
             'd
             suppose
          
           
             His
             body
             did
             four
             Regiments
             inclose
             ?
          
           
             Wherefore
             the
             persons
             that
             do
             feed
             so
             high
             ,
          
           
             Have
             often
             need
             of
             good
             Phlebotomy
             :
          
           
             For
             flesh
             provision
             of
             all
             sorts
             doth
             heat
             ,
          
           
             Wherefore
             in
             Feavers
             we
             prescribe
             small
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Or
             none
             at
             all
             ,
             unless
             the
             Patient
             please
             ,
          
           
             Spight
             of
             advice
             ,
             to
             feed
             his
             own
             disease
             ;
          
           
             The
             fleshy
             substance
             stripped
             off't
             ,
             the
             sat
          
           
             Doth
             nourish
             best
             ,
             and
             lesser
             harms
             creat
             :
          
           
             Strengthens
             the
             stomack
             ,
             and
             doth
             kindly
             lie
          
           
             For
             coction
             ,
             Suns
             much
             supefluity
             .
          
           
             
               Herculean
            
             bodies
             and
             
               Pyracmon
            
             sides
          
           
             Can
             digest
             Garlick
             ,
             and
             the
             Onion
             fry'd
             ;
          
           
             Butter
             and
             bacon
             may
             devour
             and
             swallow
             ,
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             and
             put
             over
             too
             a
             Beev's
             whole
             tallow
             ;
          
           
             Athletick
             bodies
             we
             provide
             nor
             for
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             for
             
               Wood
               ,
            
             nor
             the
             sharp
             
               Counselor
            
             ;
          
           
             But
             sedentary
             men
             of
             little
             pains
          
           
             Must
             not
             with
             such
             gross
             stuff
             anoynt
             their
             veins
             :
          
           
             A
             lighter
             diet
             ,
             and
             a
             
               modicum
               ,
            
          
           
             Little
             and
             often
             food
             their
             states
             become
             ▪
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XI
             .
             Of
             Wood-Animalls
             .
          
           
             NOw
             we
             are
             in
             a
             
               Wood
               ,
            
             yet
             no
             such
             
               Wood
               ,
            
          
           
             As
             girts
             
               your
            
             palace
             ,
             nor
             the
             Deer
             so
             good
             ;
          
           
             Where
             in
             some
             summer
             walks
             with
             early
             thought
             ,
          
           
             The
             velvet
             drove
             I
             to
             acquaintance
             brought
             ;
          
           
             As
             known
             to
             them
             almost
             as
             were
             your
             keepers
             ,
          
           
             (
             Scholers
             and
             Forresters
             are
             little
             sleepers
             )
          
           
             I
             had
             my
             walks
             ,
             my
             
               Hamadryades
               ,
            
          
           
             But
             his
             shrill
             
               Syrinx
            
             did
             out
             ec●ho
             these
          
           
             Oaten
             and
             slender
             pipes
             ,
             though
             not
             so
             vocall
             ,
          
           
             Which
             have
             their
             Forrest
             too
             but
             't
             is
             not
             locall
             :
          
           
             
               Poets
            
             have
             all
             things
             in
             their
             
               fancy
               ,
            
             good
             ,
          
           
             So
             the
             poetick
             man
             is
             alwaies
             
               Wood
            
             ;
          
           
             And
             as
             old
             writings
             were
             on
             barks
             of
             trees
             ,
          
           
             Without
             a
             Figure
             Books
             are
             Copices
             ,
          
           
             And
             such
             a
             
               Rus
               ,
            
             and
             in
             
               Fenestra
            
             too
          
           
             Is
             mine
             ,
             Beasts
             subject
             ,
             Trees
             a
             Book
             or
             two
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             your
             
               sable
            
             Forrester
             ,
             yet
             
               Iohn
               a
               Green
            
          
           
             In
             heart
             ▪
             am
             frequent
             in
             my
             night-walks
             seen
             ,
          
           
             Where
             if
             I
             like
             a
             Fawn
             o'
             th'
             nobler
             head
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             hast
             (
             Madam
             )
             to
             your self
             't
             is
             ●ed
             .
          
           
             Creatures
             o'
             th'
             Wood
             are
             wooden
             Animals
             ,
          
           
             That
             is
             ,
             are
             dry
             ,
             compar'd
             to
             Beeves
             of
             stalls
             ;
          
           
             The
             houshold
             creatures
             ,
             which
             by
             ease
             do
             fat
             ,
          
           
             And
             nothing
             of
             their
             flesh
             evaporate
             ,
          
           
             Yeild
             a
             more
             jucy
             nutriment
             ,
             then
             Deer
             ,
          
           
             Cutting
             half
             knife
             in
             fat
             ,
             meat
             for
             a
             
               Peer
            
             ;
          
           
             The
             active
             tenants
             of
             the
             in
             losed
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             By
             constant
             motion
             clense
             their
             chafed
             blood
             ,
          
           
             And
             ratifie
             their
             spirits
             by
             Levaltos
             ,
          
           
             Like
             the
             rare
             Turk
             ,
             in
             all
             your
             pleasant
             
               Saltus
            
             ;
          
           
           
             Besides
             their
             scituation
             ,
             hot
             and
             dry
             ,
          
           
             Doth
             alwaies
             much
             obesity
             deny
             .
          
           
             Who
             ever
             saw
             a
             Spaniard
             over
             fat
             ?
          
           
             Their
             Countrey-man
             (
             the
             SUN
             )
             prohibits
             that
             ,
          
           
             Who
             by
             extensive
             heats
             exhals
             their
             moist
             ,
          
           
             Unlesse
             perchance
             some
             Spaniard
             the
             Seas
             crost
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Leiger
            
             lay
             in
             
               England
            
             then
             he
             might
          
           
             Return
             a
             Shew
             ,
             and
             the
             
               Madrids
            
             delight
             :
          
           
             Of
             all
             that
             wild
             and
             noble
             
               Caravan
               ,
            
          
           
             The
             skipping
             
               Kid
            
             is
             soundest
             meat
             for
             man
             ;
          
           
             Who
             by
             his
             frequent
             exercise
             doth
             cure
          
           
             The
             coldnesse
             of
             his
             temper
             ,
             and
             dispure
             ▪
          
           
             The
             tincture
             of
             his
             coat
             and
             fulsome
             skin
          
           
             Into
             
               Rufillus
            
             
               (a)
            
             perfumed
             sweet-balling
             .
          
           
             Quick
             of
             digestion
             is
             this
             nimble
             bruit
             ,
          
           
             And
             passeth
             
               Presto
               ,
            
             and
             doth
             blood
             recruit
             ;
          
           
             And
             if
             the
             stomack
             were
             his
             
               park
               ,
            
             he
             playes
          
           
             His
             usuall
             tricks
             and
             makes
             no
             tedious
             stayes
             ;
          
           
             Domestick
             Brutes
             o'
             th'
             Pasture
             or
             o'
             th'
             Down
             ,
          
           
             Of
             other
             aire
             ,
             and
             seldom
             motion
             ,
          
           
             Are
             of
             a
             nourishing
             meat
             ,
             but
             grosser
             fare
             ,
          
           
             And
             threfore
             harder
             of
             digestion
             are
             ;
          
           
             'Mongst
             which
             the
             
               males
            
             have
             the
             precedency
             ,
          
           
             Hotter
             and
             moister
             concoct
             presently
             ,
          
           
             Before
             their
             
               females
               ,
            
             of
             lesse
             heat
             and
             juice
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             are
             not
             of
             so
             prais'd
             a
             use
             :
          
           
             The
             
               gelded
               crew
            
             of
             middle
             temp'rature
             ,
          
           
             Colder
             then
             males
             (
             whose
             fire
             doth
             yet
             endure
             )
          
           
             Yet
             hotter
             than
             their
             females
             ,
             (
             who
             despise
             ,
          
           
             Since
             their
             exection
             ,
             their
             shab
             companies
             )
          
           
             Do
             make
             a
             middle
             food
             ;
             thus
             Eunuchs
             may
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             are
             dead
             ,
             serve
             for
             a
             wedding-day
             .
          
           
             But
             Kid
             is
             temperate
             without
             the
             least
          
           
             Mixture
             of
             malice
             ,
             a
             most
             innocent
             beast
             :
          
           
             The
             blood
             which
             that
             creates
             is
             middle
             siz'd
             ,
          
           
             Neither
             too
             grosse
             ,
             nor
             too
             much
             subtiliz'd
             ;
          
           
           
             Neither
             too
             cold
             nor
             hot
             (
             a
             temper
             nought
          
           
             ●n
             our
             Religion
             ,
             but
             in
             Physick
             sought
             )
          
           
             ●ood
             for
             an
             
               errant
               Knight
               ,
            
             or
             any
             thing
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             body
             's
             lightnesse
             would
             be
             on
             the
             wing
             ;
          
           
             For
             the
             Repletions
             are
             gentile
             ,
             yet
             not
          
           
             So
             slender
             ,
             that
             no
             nutriment
             is
             got
             :
          
           
             Whence
             it
             appears
             Kid
             hath
             the
             Ladies
             love
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             delicate
             diet
             ,
             and
             't
             is
             smooth-skinn'd
             gloves
             .
          
           
             But
             above
             all
             ,
             the
             Infant-kids
             are
             best
             ,
          
           
             As
             we
             say
             ,
             taken
             from
             the
             mothers
             breast
             ,
          
           
             So
             full
             of
             sappy
             nutriment
             ,
             and
             smart
             ,
          
           
             That
             without
             sawces
             sweet
             ,
             alid
             ,
             and
             tart
             ,
          
           
             You
             may
             fall
             on
             ;
             what
             would
             we
             more
             than
             tast
             ,
          
           
             And
             good
             blood
             breed
             ,
             when
             just
             digestion
             's
             past
             ?
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             XII
             :
             Of
             the
             flesh
             of
             Lambs
             ,
             Rammes
             Wethers
             and
             Calves
             .
             Of
             
               LAMBS
               .
            
          
           
             
               EMblem
               of
               Innocence
               !
            
             and
             yet
             not
             good
             ▪
          
           
             Is
             Lamb
             a
             
               Shynx
               ,
            
             not
             to
             be
             understood
             ?
          
           
             Some
             Butcher
             
               Oaedipus
            
             with
             knife
             drawn
             out
          
           
             O'
             th'
             scabberd
             of
             thy
             mouth
             ,
             resolve
             this
             doubt
             ,
          
           
             (
             As
             did
             
               Macedo
            
             to
             the
             
               Gordian
               Knot
            
             )
          
           
             And
             in
             
               Aenigma's
            
             dubious
             leave
             us
             not
             .
          
           
             For
             your
             sake
             
               (
               Madam
               )
            
             who
             a
             little
             claim
             ,
          
           
             And
             stand
             hard
             for
             the
             
               Hieroglyphick
            
             name
          
           
             Of
             Spotlesse
             Innocence
             ,
             even
             against
             all
          
           
             Lambs
             ,
             but
             that
             
               one
               ,
            
             that
             you
             your
             pattern
             call
             ,
          
           
           
             
               (
               Slain
               from
               before
               all
               worlds
               )
            
             I
             shall
             untack
          
           
             This
             knot
             ,
             by
             th'
             help
             of
             
               Rabbi
               Isaak
               ,
            
          
           
             Not
             
               Idumaean
               Isaak
               ,
               Abrahams
            
             son
             ,
          
           
             Who
             by
             parentall
             hand
             had
             like
             t'have
             gone
          
           
             To
             sacrifice
             ,
             but
             that
             the
             
               Angels
            
             grace
          
           
             Dispos'd
             a
             bleating
             Proxie
             in
             his
             place
             ;
          
           
             The
             heir
             o'
             th'
             flock
             yean'd
             on
             the
             coldest
             Lease
             ,
          
           
             Is
             then
             worse
             meat
             ,
             when
             nu●s'd
             upon
             his
             knees
             :
          
           
             (
             Some
             may
             obedience
             from
             that
             posture
             learn
             ,
          
           
             Nothing
             so
             dutifull
             as
             the
             yews
             barn
             )
          
           
             Yet
             as
             if
             now
             we
             were
             
               Herodians
            
             all
             ,
          
           
             Nothing
             then
             Lamb
             comes
             oftner
             to
             the
             stall
             ;
          
           
             The
             flesh
             is
             viscous
             ,
             and
             ingenders
             flegme
             ,
          
           
             So
             't
             is
             a
             bad
             dish
             ,
             a
             good
             
               Apothegm
            
             :
          
           
             Yet
             when
             in
             flesh
             a
             fair
             foundation
             's
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             a
             dish
             or
             two
             invasion's
             made
             ,
          
           
             Then
             from
             your
             Lambkin
             (
             Madam
             )
             ne're
             withhold
             ,
          
           
             But
             let
             it
             have
             its
             course
             ,
             be
             't
             hot
             or
             cold
             :
          
           
             In
             hotter
             Countreys
             ,
             such
             as
             
               Spain
               ,
            
             the
             Lamb
          
           
             Gets
             hotter
             temper
             from
             his
             curled
             Dam.
             
          
        
         
           
             DHAP
             .
             XIII
             .
             Of
             Rammes
             .
          
           
             THis
             goodly
             
               ●uffle-head
            
             with
             winding
             horns
             ,
          
           
             Though
             he
             looks
             scurvy
             ,
             and
             th'
             whole
             flock
             scorns
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             is
             the
             grossest
             meat
             ;
             this
             surly
             sir
          
           
             Is
             good
             ,
             if
             he
             exceed
             not
             his
             first
             year
             ;
          
           
             If
             well
             digested
             ,
             it
             doth
             generate
          
           
             Good
             blood
             ,
             and
             much
             ;
             but
             if
             it
             had
             the
             fate
          
           
             To
             fall
             i'
             th'
             hands
             of
             curst
             
               Armenian
               Libbers
               ,
            
             
               (a)
            
          
           
             After
             exection
             he
             is
             much
             the
             glibber
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             though
             he
             be
             a
             lost
             Ramme
             ,
             as
             we
             say
             ,
          
           
             To
             th'
             Yews
             ,
             he
             's
             good
             howe're
             the
             other
             way
             ;
          
           
             His
             flesh
             is
             temper'd
             by
             his
             depriv'd
             fire
             ,
          
           
             And
             having
             lost
             his
             own
             ,
             gets
             our
             desire
             :
          
           
             It
             hath
             a
             winning
             and
             delicious
             gust
             ,
          
           
             Though
             Father
             
               Galen
               ,
            
             whom
             we
             credit
             must
             ,
          
           
             Condemnes
             all
             Mutton
             ,
             but
             he
             wrote
             in
             Townes
          
           
             Where
             little
             was
             ,
             and
             ne're
             saw
             
               Cotsall
            
             Downs
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             this
             same
             land
             of
             Sheep
             ,
             whose
             noble
             wooll
          
           
             Clothes
             the
             
               Muscovian
               ,
            
             and
             the
             great
             
               Mogull
            
             ;
          
           
             The
             English
             Fleece
             doth
             proudly
             passe
             the
             gulph
             ,
          
           
             And
             fears
             no
             hazard
             but
             its
             native
             Wolf
             ;
          
           
             How
             many
             Nations
             Fleets
             empty
             the
             fraughts
             ,
          
           
             And
             do
             return
             this
             Fleeces
             
               Argonauts
               ?
            
          
           
             Then
             for
             the
             Back
             it
             's
             good
             ,
             and
             in
             keen
             hunger
             ,
          
           
             Were
             
               Galen
            
             here
             he
             'd
             be
             a
             
               Mutton-monger
            
             :
          
           
             But
             Ramme
             from
             Wether-mutton
             you
             may
             know
             ,
          
           
             That
             's
             yellow
             ,
             this
             
               (a)
            
             no
             cause
             hath
             to
             be
             so
             .
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             XIV
             .
             Of
             Calves
             .
          
           
             WElcom
             thou
             Increment
             of
             
               Bully
               Bove
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             Or
             when
             a
             Bull
             ,
             why
             not
             as
             well
             of
             
               Iove
               ?
            
             )
          
           
             A
             
               Calfe
               ,
            
             saith
             
               Averaoes
               ,
            
             is
             brave
             food
             ,
          
           
             Of
             temperate
             blood
             ,
             not
             viscous
             ,
             cold
             ,
             but
             good
             ,
          
           
             And
             hath
             a
             flavour
             and
             odorous
             gust
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             before
             Kid
             ,
             his
             praise
             is
             just
             :
          
           
             For
             though
             the
             Kid
             we
             did
             extoll
             but
             now
             ,
          
           
             'T
             was
             'mongst
             his
             
               Montaneirs
               ,
            
             so
             we
             allow
             :
          
           
             But
             for
             Calves
             frag●an●ies
             ,
             we
             'r
             none
             of
             those
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             our
             diet
             will
             be
             led
             by
             th'
             nose
             ,
          
           
           
             Although
             it
             is
             confess'd
             by
             all
             (
             forsooth
             )
          
           
             The
             Calves
             head
             's
             ne're
             without
             its
             own
             
               sweet
               tooth
            
             ;
          
           
             To
             make
             no
             
               long
               taile
            
             of
             it
             then
             ,
             it
             breeds
          
           
             Humours
             most
             fine
             ,
             and
             therefore
             cleanlier
             feeds
             .
          
           
             But
             flesh
             of
             Bulls
             and
             Oxen
             ,
             
               those
            
             Calfe's
             sire
             ,
          
           
             
               These
            
             Uncles
             (
             better
             by
             their
             losse
             of
             fire
             )
          
           
             Breed
             black
             ,
             and
             much
             ,
             and
             melancholy
             blood
             ,
          
           
             Our
             veins
             of
             blew
             are
             made
             a
             sable
             flood
             ;
          
           
             And
             as
             alive
             we
             Bulls
             do
             stiff-necks
             call
             ,
          
           
             So
             are
             they
             too
             
               Knock-downed
            
             in
             the
             stall
             :
          
           
             'T
             is
             a
             most
             rebellious
             nutriment
             ,
             dead
             ,
          
           
             And
             lies
             i'
             th'
             stomack
             heavy
             ,
             as
             is
             lead
             :
          
           
             It
             's
             slowly
             alter'd
             ,
             turns
             to
             chyle
             as
             slow
             ,
          
           
             As
             slow
             dissolv'd
             does
             to
             the
             members
             go
             :
          
           
             It
             wants
             a
             goad
             when
             it
             is
             drove
             alive
             ,
          
           
             A
             Clarret
             goad
             may't
             through
             the
             stomack
             drive
             ;
          
           
             The
             lazy
             
               Surloin
               ,
            
             glory
             of
             the
             roast
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Knighted
               ,
            
             and
             yet
             was
             never
             
               Knight
               o'
               th'
               Post
            
             ;
          
           
             Unlesse
             when
             thou
             (
             brave
             
               (a)
            
             
               Sheriff
            
             )
             dost
             refine
          
           
             His
             duller
             blood
             with
             thy
             
               for
               bon
               French
               Wine
            
             :
          
           
             If
             by
             complexion
             men
             adust
             (
             that
             's
             sad
             )
          
           
             Or
             splenatick
             ,
             do
             like
             this
             
               beveridge
            
             bad
             .
          
           
             '
             Ware
             
               Quartan
               Agues
               ,
               Dropsies
               ,
            
             and
             the
             
               Itch
               ,
            
          
           
             The
             
               Leprosie
               ,
            
             or
             
               Tetter
               ,
            
             chuse
             you
             which
             ,
          
           
             
               Dandry
            
             and
             
               surfie
               heads
               ,
            
             this
             blood
             o'
             th'
             Ox
          
           
             Bestowes
             all
             these
             ,
             
               and
               yet
               the
               Butcher
               knocks
               :
            
          
           
             Wherefore
             most
             wisely
             have
             our
             Masters
             stated
             ,
          
           
             That
             
               Bulls
               ,
            
             before
             they
             die
             ,
             shall
             all
             be
             
               baited
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XV
             .
             Of
             the
             Flesh
             of
             Swine
             ,
             
               Deer
               ,
               Hares
            
             and
             
               Bears
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               ,
            
             of
             Swine
             .
          
           
             MY
             Father
             
               (
               a
               )
               Ben
               ,
            
             discoursing
             of
             this
             Grunter
             ,
          
           
             In
             that
             so
             famous
             Play
             ,
             where
             old
             Sir
             
               Punter
            
          
           
             Being
             turn'd
             
               Oxlando
            
             for
             the
             losse
             of
             's
             dog
             ,
          
           
             Did
             lug
             the
             jeering
             buffon
             like
             a
             hog
             :
          
           
             There
             in
             that
             celebrated
             
               Comedy
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             Whether
             my
             Father
             
               Ben
               ,
            
             as
             well
             as
             I
             ,
          
           
             Met
             with
             
               Arabian
               Comments
            
             )
             the
             smart
             Play
          
           
             Doth
             patly
             what
             my
             
               ancient
               Authors
            
             say
             :
          
           
             There
             's
             wit
             to
             th'
             height
             ,
             read
             it
             ,
             and
             try
             our
             
               Dogma
               ,
            
          
           
             Whether
             from
             both
             the
             places
             we
             a
             Hog
             may
          
           
             Not
             all
             alike
             commend
             ;
             first
             
               Avicen
            
          
           
             Sayes
             ,
             Pork
             's
             most
             naturall
             to
             men
             ,
             so
             
               Ben
            
             ;
          
           
             Hogs
             flesh
             is
             likest
             mans
             ,
             saith
             
               Isaak
            
             ;
          
           
             The
             same
             again
             saith
             
               Ben
               ,
            
             but
             adds
             ,
             that
             Sack
             ,
          
           
             A
             Hogshead
             full
             ,
             for
             a
             
               vehiculum
               ,
            
          
           
             Will
             spoile
             its
             grumbling
             in
             our
             
               medium
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             Or
             middle
             Region
             of
             our
             Trunk
             )
             for
             Swine
             ,
          
           
             Alive
             or
             dead
             ,
             will
             be
             still
             laid
             with
             Wine
             .
          
           
             Indeed
             my
             Father
             
               Ben
            
             doth
             there
             produce
          
           
             A
             reason
             why
             they
             were
             denied
             the
             Jews
             ;
          
           
             Because
             that
             Nutrimentall
             Animall
          
           
             Of
             a
             provoking
             sap
             ,
             and
             
               Hogo●
            
             all
             ,
          
           
             Would
             have
             disorder'd
             and
             o're-pamper'd
             those
          
           
             Who
             newly
             come
             from
             
               Egypts
            
             hard
             dispose
             :
          
           
             Rebels
             in
             rough
             
               Mosaick
            
             Discipline
             ,
          
           
             How
             much
             more
             Rebels
             ,
             had
             they
             eaten
             Swine
             ?
          
           
             Which
             makes
             me
             think
             the
             
               Caledonians
               ,
            
          
           
             Alike
             in
             Sins
             ,
             alike
             in
             Onions
             ,
          
           
           
             Are
             of
             affinity
             with
             the
             old
             Jews
             ,
          
           
             Both
             for
             Rebellion
             ,
             both
             do
             Pork
             refuse
             .
          
           
             Now
             of
             this
             Animall
             there
             are
             two
             sorts
             ,
          
           
             The
             one
             domestick
             ,
             tother
             
               extra
               Ports
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             That
             wild
             and
             forreign
             )
             whose
             food
             is
             such
          
           
             As
             the
             Wood
             yields
             ,
             when
             winds
             do
             lust'ly
             touch
             ,
          
           
             And
             flaile
             the
             Oaks
             and
             Chesnuts
             ,
             and
             the
             berries
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Nature
             for
             the
             birds
             meant
             winter
             cherries
             .
             
               (a)
            
          
           
             But
             oh
             the
             flesh
             of
             choice-fed
             houshold
             swine
             !
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             quarters
             ,
             the
             renoun'd
             
               cold
               chine
               !
            
          
           
             Eaten
             ,
             or
             sung
             ,
             or
             plaid
             by
             
               Wilson
               ,
            
             
               (b)
            
             sure
          
           
             For
             old
             Sir
             
               Mammon
            
             it
             were
             yet
             a
             lure
          
           
             Sufficient
             to
             leave
             
               Doll
               ,
            
             and
             for
             a
             bone
             ,
          
           
             To
             passe
             his
             part
             o'
             th'
             
               Philosophers
               Stone
            
             ;
          
           
             
               Hampshire
            
             is
             rare
             for
             reering
             such
             ,
             and
             may
          
           
             Contend
             almost
             with
             black
             
               Westphalia
            
             ;
          
           
             The
             moister
             feeding
             is
             the
             home-fed
             swine
             ,
          
           
             Hotter
             and
             dryer
             is
             
               Sow
               Peregrine
            
             :
          
           
             See
             the
             attendancy
             of
             
               Suffolk
            
             Pigs
             ,
          
           
             Fed
             by
             the
             
               hoopt-coat
            
             merry
             milking
             grigs
             ,
          
           
             Clensed
             with
             whey
             ,
             and
             fatted
             with
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Snailes
             ,
             or
             good
             Vine
             leaves
             (
             which
             Pidgeons
             blame
             )
          
           
             Or
             else
             the
             Turnep
             ;
             oh
             the
             Turnep-fed
          
           
             Swine
             !
             may
             chance
             save
             us
             ,
             Turneps
             being
             dead
             ,
          
           
             With
             grains
             ,
             these
             Girles
             and
             such
             Hog-provender
             ,
          
           
             Will
             you
             a
             Porker
             of
             that
             fulnesse
             reer
             ,
          
           
             That
             
               Circes
            
             brood
             ,
             and
             all
             her
             chang'd
             
               Elpe-nors
            
          
           
             Cann't
             parallel
             for
             meat
             nor
             for
             demeanour
             :
          
           
             Such
             dieted
             swine
             are
             cold
             and
             moist
             ,
             a
             rare
          
           
             Temper
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             gust
             most
             relishing
             are
             ;
          
           
             But
             quite
             another
             thing
             ,
             when
             dry'd
             by
             salt
             ,
          
           
             It
             is
             exuct
             ,
             and
             laid
             up
             'mongst
             the
             malt
             :
          
           
             Now
             in
             hot
             Countreys
             ,
             where
             our
             
               Commentator
            
          
           
             Liv'd
             they
             prescrib'd
             the
             extremities
             o'
             th'
             creature
             ,
          
           
             The
             luggs
             ,
             the
             leggs
             ,
             the
             souced
             feet
             and
             snout
             ,
          
           
             I
             'm
             for
             the
             
               Roman
            
             way
             ,
             dish
             it
             whole
             
               (c)
            
             out
             ;
          
           
           
             Or
             as
             I
             've
             seen
             it
             rarely
             rais'd
             and
             drawn
          
           
             By
             
               Henham
            
             cook
             ,
             up
             to
             a
             〈◊〉
             of
             B●●wn
             ,
          
           
             Where
             wicked
             〈◊〉
             ,
             yet
             good
             〈◊〉
             
               ●●●berry
               ,
            
          
           
             Hath
             made
             the
             ●a●er
             ,
             not
             the
             brawn●●
             ,
             c●y
             ;
          
           
             Then
             from
             the
             tun
             too
             ,
             o●
             the
             th●ee
             〈◊〉
             c●me
          
           
             A
             Ganymed
             with
             Sa●k
             ,
             and
             warm'd
             ●heg
             me
             ,
          
           
             That
             the
             old
             Matron
             that
             old
             m●mbling
             ●eed
          
           
             Before
             ,
             did
             after
             swallow
             't
             with
             less
             heed
             :
          
           
             The
             infant
             ,
             or
             the
             sucking
             baby
             dies
          
           
             About
             this
             season
             ,
             
             a
             large
             ●ac●i●ice
             ;
          
           
             The
             wayes
             are
             throng'd
             ,
             blockt
             up
             with
             bellies
             big
             ,
          
           
             (
             And
             bellies
             would
             be
             so
             )
             for
             crackled
             pig
             ;
          
           
             St.
             
               Bartholmew
            
             the
             great
             ,
             and
             
               Bat
            
             the
             little
             ,
          
           
             Afford
             not
             room
             enough
             ,
             but
             the
             Hospitall
          
           
             Is
             press'd
             into
             ,
             wherein
             whosoever
             looks
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             see
             all
             dressing
             on
             ,
             chirgians
             and
             cooks
             :
          
           
             Well
             fare
             you
             sisters
             of
             my
             native
             soil
             ,
          
           
             Eat
             pig
             and
             multiply
             ,
             recruit
             your
             oyl
          
           
             With
             unctio●s
             di●●
             ,
             it
             breeds
             noble
             chyme
             ,
          
           
             Call
             for
             the
             other
             half
             ,
             and
             by
             that
             time
          
           
             Your
             men
             will
             come
             with
             the
             reck'ning
             ,
             so
          
           
             You
             may
             from
             Pig
             unto
             the
             Puppets
             go
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             
               Islington
               ,
            
             and
             so
             about
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             what
             's
             
               pigged
               in
               be
               pigged
               out
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XVI
             .
             Of
             the
             flesh
             of
             Deer
             .
          
           
             SUppose
             us
             (
             Madam
             )
             in
             your
             park
             ,
             where
             Deer
          
           
             Are
             kept
             for
             every
             season
             of
             the
             year
             :
          
           
             Do
             any
             ask
             how
             they
             'r
             at
             such
             command
             ?
          
           
             Then
             know
             my
             Lady
             hath
             Orphaean
             hand
             .
          
           
             If
             He
             wild
             beasts
             by
             courtly
             musick
             tam'd
             ,
          
           
             You
             m●y
             do
             more
             ,
             unlesse
             the
             bruits
             be
             maim'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             cannot
             come
             ;
             for
             otherwise
             your
             stroke
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Lute
             will
             spi●itize
             an
             o●k
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             the
             Park
             to
             dan●e
             ,
             and
             humbly
             follow
          
           
             Thee
             as
             the
             mistress
             of
             the
             skill'd
             
               Apollo
            
             ;
          
           
             the
             late
             erected
             House
             and
             Garden
             pales
             ,
          
           
             Rose
             by
             thy
             hand
             (
             just
             as
             did
             Theb●n
             w●lls
             ;
             )
          
           
             Thy
             nimble
             fingers
             do
             so
             stir
             the
             Lute
             ,
          
           
             (
             Like
             
               Davids
            
             Harp
             )
             they
             may
             a
             Devil
             confute
             :
          
           
             Brave
             
               Gunning
               ,
            
             by
             his
             learned
             arts
             and
             t●ngue
             ,
          
           
             Gains
             not
             so
             much
             upon
             th'
             Anabaptist
             throng
             ,
          
           
             Then
             you
             upon
             these
             cognate
             droves
             ,
             who
             stand
          
           
             and
             listen
             (
             they
             love
             musick
             )
             to
             your
             hand
             .
          
           
             I
             could
             into
             a
             wood
             of
             lawfull
             p●aises
             launch
             ,
          
           
             And
             p●●ise
             the
             creature
             full●
             ,
             side
             and
             haunch
             :
          
           
             But
             
               Rabbi
               Isaak
            
             saith
             thei●
             flesh
             is
             hard
             ,
          
           
             (
             Not
             to
             be
             go●
             )
             at
             
               Henham
            
             none
             's
             debarr'd
             :
          
           
             Thy
             Husband
             's
             old
             Canary
             ,
             and
             fat
             Buck
             ,
          
           
             With
             dogs
             run
             down
             ,
             or
             else
             with
             arrowes
             stuck
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             they
             are
             melan●holy
             diet
             ,
             but
          
           
             They
             all
             ●●e
             so
             which
             are
             much
             given
             to
             rut
             :
          
           
             The
             Fa●●ns
             a●e
             wholso●e
             an●
             the
             hei●s
             digest
          
           
             Better
             then
             〈◊〉
             ▪
             or
             mother
             of
             the
             beast
             :
          
           
             The
             youthfull
             stand
             is
             ve●y
             hot
             and
             d●y
             ,
          
           
             When
             old
             ,
             like
             other
             things
             ,
             their
             worst
             is
             nigh
             :
          
           
           
             The
             Eunuch
             Deer
             is
             temperate
             ▪
             and
             most
          
           
             Pleasurable
             when
             its
             pleasure
             's
             lost
             :
          
           
             Troch
             upon
             troch
             troch
             troch
             a
             reverend
             Stagg
             ,
          
           
             He
             doth
             of
             age
             and
             red-Deer-p●s●y
             b●agg
             ;
          
           
             And
             tho●gh
             it
             's
             dry
             yet
             let
             the
             Venison
             passe
             ,
          
           
             His
             own
             fat
             s●pples
             it
             ,
             and
             tother
             glass
             ;
          
           
             It
             is
             o●
             quick
             descension
             ,
             and
             the
             marrow
          
           
             Slides
             th●ough
             the
             bo●y
             f●om
             the
             Gutturall
             narrow
             :
          
           
             And
             learned
             
               Avicen
            
             doth
             say
             for
             certain
             ,
          
           
             That
             then●e
             are
             p●ocreated
             many
             a
             Quartane
             :
          
           
             Ca●ses
             of
             Q●artanes
             we
             have
             many
             sure
             ,
          
           
             Oh
             for
             an
             
               Avicen
            
             could
             tell
             's
             the
             cure
             !
          
           
             Now
             for
             conclusion
             ,
             this
             beast
             for
             game
          
           
             And
             entertainment
             ,
             hath
             with
             us
             the
             name
             :
          
           
             Know
             then
             ,
             the
             body
             is
             a
             joviall
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Fit
             so●Squire
             
               Rous
               ,
            
             yea
             for
             a
             
               Prince
            
             to
             eat
             ;
          
           
             Its
             
               upper
               part
               is
               Antidote
            
             ▪
             but
             oh
             ,
          
           
             There
             's
             
               poyson
               lies
               i'
               th'
               taile
            
             (
             the
             part
             below
             :
             )
          
           
             
               Emblem
               of
               humane
               Chance
               !
            
             in
             this
             sad
             veile
          
           
             Nothing
             's
             thorough
             blest
             from
             head
             to
             taile
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XVII
             .
             Of
             Hares
             .
          
           
             THe
             Rabbins
             say
             ,
             the
             Lion
             sneezing
             ,
             out
          
           
             Started
             a
             Cat
             from
             his
             Majesti●k
             snout
             ,
          
           
             Without
             the
             Pythagorean
             motion
             rare
             ,
          
           
             The
             Cat
             then
             sneezing
             started
             out
             a
             Hare
             ;
          
           
             For
             there
             is
             nothing
             among
             creatures
             that
          
           
             (
             B●t
             Hare
             )
             is
             melan●holy
             as
             a
             cat
             ;
          
           
             And
             we
             do
             call
             them
             Pusses
             both
             ;
             one
             purres
          
           
             Onely
             ,
             and
             both
             are
             vengeance
             'fraid
             of
             curres
             .
          
           
             Hare
             is
             good
             sport
             ,
             as
             all
             our
             Gen●●y
             know
             ,
          
           
             The
             onely
             Recreation
             left
             us
             now
             ;
          
           
             For
             Playes
             are
             down
             ,
             unless
             the
             puppet-play
             ,
          
           
             Sir
             
               William's
            
             lost
             ,
             bo●h
             
               Oyle
            
             and
             
               Opera
            
             ;
          
           
             The
             noble
             Cock-fight
             done
             ,
             the
             harmless
             bears
          
           
             Are
             more
             then
             ring'd
             by
             th'
             nose
             or
             b●
             the
             ears
             :
          
           
             We
             are
             serious
             people
             grown
             ,
             and
             full
             of
             cares
             ,
          
           
             As
             melancholy
             as
             cats
             ,
             as
             glumm
             as
             hares
             .
          
           
             Yet
             tho●gh
             it
             generate
             the
             grossest
             blood
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Goats
             and
             Ramms
             ,
             these
             are
             more
             praised
             food
             .
          
           
             Oh
             for
             the
             pretty
             sucking
             Leveret
             ,
          
           
             (
             An
             excellent
             dish
             if
             that
             I
             could
             it
             get
             ;
             )
          
           
             Not
             yet
             so
             dry
             are
             Conies
             in
             degree
             ,
          
           
             Moist
             are
             the
             breed
             of
             
               Aubern
               Conigree
            
             ;
          
           
             Laden
             with
             kidneys
             white
             ,
             what
             can
             you
             lack
             ,
          
           
             Except
             a
             glass
             of
             
               Squire
               Bonds
               Ogburn
               Sack
            
             ?
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XVIII
             .
             Of
             Beares
             .
          
           
             TEll
             me
             you
             traders
             for
             the
             Greenland
             wares
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             you
             know
             best
             )
             what
             diet
             are
             the
             Bears
             ?
          
           
             Not
             onely
             the
             left
             shoulder
             ,
             I
             believe
             ,
          
           
             But
             the
             whole
             Bear
             is
             Ven'son
             ,
             Sheep
             and
             Beeve
             ;
          
           
             It
             viscous
             is
             ,
             and
             disobedient
             ,
          
           
             And
             a
             most
             indigestive
             nutriment
             ;
          
           
             More
             fit
             ,
             saith
             
               Rabbi
               Isaak
               ,
            
             for
             cures
          
           
             And
             medicines
             ,
             th●n
             for
             hungry
             stomack-lures
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             a
             drunken
             Tinker
             ,
             me●all'd
             man
             ,
          
           
             (
             Who
             his
             teeth
             out
             of
             's
             budget
             strengthen
             can
             )
          
           
             Sho●ld
             fall
             to
             tooth
             and
             nail
             ,
             in
             's
             pot
             he
             spares
          
           
             Nothing
             that's
             next
             ,
             then
             
               away
               with
               your
               beares
            
             :
          
           
             Yet
             in
             high
             
               Russia
               ,
            
             and
             i'
             th'
             land
             of
             Whales
             ,
          
           
             Bears
             may
             be
             dress'd
             ,
             if
             ye
             catch
             'um
             by
             th'
             tails
             ;
          
           
             And
             so
             a●e
             Apes
             ,
             that
             inortogious
             lump
             ,
          
           
             Or
             any
             thing
             ,
             indeed
             that
             wants
             a
             rump
             .
          
           
             Those
             men
             ,
             who
             ,
             ships
             departed
             ,
             staid
             behind
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             no
             mans
             sake
             will
             water
             stay
             ,
             and
             wind
             )
          
           
             Can
             give
             us
             best
             account
             of
             this
             rough
             beast
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             sad
             society
             ,
             most
             unwelcome
             guest
             ,
          
           
             Was
             very
             uncouth
             and
             suspicious
             ,
             when
          
           
             'T
             was
             doubtfull
             which
             was
             prey
             ,
             Bears
             or
             the
             men
             :
          
           
             Those
             Greenlanders
             ,
             hutched
             up
             in
             frosty
             Cabbins
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             be
             our
             
               Aelians
               ,
            
             let
             alone
             the
             
               Rabbins
            
             ;
          
           
             If
             like
             to
             Conies
             Bears
             will
             fat
             ,
             I
             know
             ,
          
           
             Those
             must
             be
             fausen
             bears
             that
             live
             in
             snow
             :
          
           
             Our
             Paris-garden
             bears
             ,
             had
             they
             not
             dy'd
             ,
          
           
             Might
             have
             been
             eat
             ,
             but
             for
             Sir
             
               Thomas
               Pride
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XIX
             .
             Of
             the
             members
             and
             parts
             of
             Creatures
             .
          
           
             THe
             Heads
             of
             Creatures
             Countenance
             ,
             or
             Faces
             ,
          
           
             As
             Swines
             and
             Oxen
             are
             grosse
             mea●
             ,
             saith
             
               Rasis
               ,
            
          
           
             They'●
             hot
             and
             nourish
             much
             ,
             not
             a
             good
             fa●e
             ,
          
           
             Unlesse
             when
             
               Titan's
            
             farthest
             from
             the
             Bear
             ;
          
           
             In
             winter
             deep
             when
             you
             may
             freely
             ●rolick
          
           
             In
             cheeks
             and
             heads
             ,
             but
             that
             they
             breed
             the
             Cholick
             :
          
           
             The
             Brain
             of
             temper
             cold
             doth
             na●seat
             ,
          
           
             And
             is
             offensive
             to
             the
             stomack
             :
             what
             ?
          
           
             May
             we
             not
             eat
             them
             ?
             yes
             ,
             if
             you
             are
          
           
             Of
             constitution
             hot
             ;
             the
             b●ain
             is
             rare
             ,
          
           
             Eat
             it
             the
             first
             ,
             and
             before
             other
             dishes
             ,
          
           
             But
             cold
             complexions
             ,
             and
             a-kin
             to
             fishes
             ,
          
           
             Or
             whose
             distemperature
             arise
             from
             cold
             ,
          
           
             With
             this
             
               Meninges
            
             guest
             be
             not
             too
             bold
             :
          
           
             The
             Marrow
             is
             of
             ●emper
             cold
             ,
             but
             not
          
           
             So
             cold
             as
             that
             ,
             though
             thence
             its
             rise
             is
             got
             .
          
           
             Hot
             ,
             and
             by
             cold
             (
             if
             in
             our
             art
             there
             be
          
           
             Any
             such
             Point
             found
             out
             ,
             unlesse
             by
             me
             )
          
           
             Good
             for
             Sir
             Epicures
             ,
             and
             men
             o'
             th'
             chine
             ,
          
           
             Who
             sacrifice
             to
             
               Venus
               ,
            
             both
             in
             Wine
          
           
             And
             Ceres
             ,
             and
             a
             grand
             Provision
             make
          
           
             To
             gratifie
             the
             flesh
             ,
             these
             C●nons
             take
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             Meal
             o●
             Marrow-bones
             advance
          
           
             As
             great
             a
             shew
             as
             so
             much
             great
             Ordnance
             ;
          
           
             But
             not
             so
             great
             a
             noise
             ,
             when
             these
             Guns
             play
             ,
          
           
             The
             s●lpher's
             white
             ,
             and
             won't
             it self
             betray
             ,
          
           
             This
             Sperm-ingenderer
             is
             good
             for
             such
          
           
             Who
             
               Paul's
            
             strict
             
               Canons
            
             do
             not
             trouble
             much
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             spungy
             Udder
             and
             the
             ●nctious
             Papps
          
           
             (
             The
             fulsome
             diet
             of
             Sir
             
               Mammon's
            
             chapps
             )
          
           
             Do
             nourish
             most
             exceedingly
             ,
             yet
             slow
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             gen●le
             pa●e
             to
             chile
             do
             go
             :
          
           
             Those
             who
             have
             stomacks
             hot
             ,
             and
             livers
             like
             ,
          
           
             May
             their
             flesh-hook
             into
             th'
             ●udder
             strike
             .
          
           
             Livers
             of
             Beasts
             are
             hot
             and
             moist
             ,
             and
             breed
          
           
             Much
             blood
             (
             they
             are
             conge●led
             blood
             indeed
             )
          
           
             But
             hard
             and
             heavy
             :
             that
             of
             Lamb
             or
             Calf
             ,
          
           
             Or
             of
             the
             sucking
             Pig
             ,
             is
             diet
             safe
             :
          
           
             But
             
               Isaak
            
             saith
             that
             liver
             doth
             p●efer
             ,
          
           
             Of
             the
             sweet
             Mistresse
             of
             sir
             
               Chanticler
            
             :
          
           
             The
             same
             Arabian
             discommends
             the
             heart
             ,
          
           
             A
             solid
             ,
             but
             an
             indigestile
             part
             ;
          
           
             But
             when
             digested
             ,
             it
             doth
             breed
             good
             blood
             ,
          
           
             And
             nourisheth
             as
             well
             as
             any
             food
             .
          
           
             Why
             not
             as
             well
             as
             liver
             ?
             this
             we
             call
          
           
             Font
             of
             venal
             blood
             ,
             that
             arterial
             .
          
           
             The
             lights
             and
             lungs
             are
             of
             a
             substance
             rare
             ▪
          
           
             And
             light
             ,
             and
             therefore
             soon
             digested
             are
             ;
          
           
             So
             soon
             they
             passe
             ,
             and
             from
             the
             stomack
             go
             ,
          
           
             (
             Our
             bellows
             call'd
             ,
             but
             yet
             not
             windy
             though
             )
          
           
             D●ess'd
             with
             appertenances
             of
             the
             Sows
             bearn
             ,
          
           
             They
             'r
             too
             opiparous
             for
             Country
             Kern
             .
          
           
             The
             reigns
             are
             for
             two
             reasons
             not
             approv'd
             ,
          
           
             First
             they
             'r
             grosse
             and
             hard
             ,
             not
             eas'ly
             mov'd
          
           
             Out
             of
             the
             caldron
             natural
             ;
             but
             when
          
           
             (
             That
             pot
             hath
             master'd
             them
             )
             they
             'r
             nought
             then
             :
          
           
             And
             'cause
             the
             serous
             part
             of
             u●ine
             takes
          
           
             His
             tincture
             from
             the
             reigns
             ,
             them
             all
             ●orsake
             .
          
           
             The
             flesh
             of
             creatures
             ,
             mo●e
             especi●l
             that
          
           
             Which
             is
             of
             fatter
             cattel
             (
             no●
             the
             ●a●
             )
          
           
             Is
             excellent
             ,
             breeds
             spe●m
             and
             nobl●
             blood
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             this
             n●tion
             is
             too
             gene●al
             food
             :
          
           
             The
             fat
             is
             loa●hsome
             ,
             and
             as
             oil●
             grea●e
          
           
             Is
             the
             most
             moist
             of
             all
             ,
             it
             doth
             increase
          
           
           
             Cold
             and
             moist
             humours
             ,
             and
             such
             feeders
             be
          
           
             Full
             of
             ungovern'd
             s●pe●fluity
             :
          
           
             But
             interlined
             flesh
             ,
             as
             I
             may
             say
             ,
          
           
             Some
             lean
             ,
             some
             fat
             ,
             carries
             the
             praise
             away●punc
             ;
          
           
             And
             breeds
             most
             temperate
             blood
             and
             sperm
             alike
             ;
          
           
             Hence
             is
             our
             Nation
             ruddier
             ,
             and
             the
             Pike
          
           
             Of
             English
             war
             farre
             moves
             the
             Curtesan
             ,
          
           
             That
             she
             cries
             out
             ,
             
               Oh
               my
               brave
               English
               man
               !
            
          
           
             The
             Feet
             do
             generate
             a
             viscous
             blood
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             to
             the
             Stone
             in●lin'd
             ,
             not
             good
             :
          
           
             The
             Rump
             of
             creatures
             then
             th'
             interiour
             parts
          
           
             Ho●●er
             and
             lighter
             are
             ,
             for
             the
             kind
             darts
          
           
             Of
             
               Scrotums
            
             warm
             inhabiters
             (
             o●
             heat
          
           
             A
             second
             forge
             )
             th'
             adja●ent
             parts
             do
             beat
          
           
             And
             ●●imulate
             ,
             and
             warms
             that
             utmost
             bit
             ,
          
           
             There
             's
             something
             go●
             by
             good
             neigbour-hood
             yet
             :
          
           
             The
             nearer
             then
             the
             Tes●i●les
             more
             hot
             ,
          
           
             The
             farther
             off
             by
             scituation
             naught
             :
          
           
             We
             will
             not
             in
             our
             Rules
             a
             Proverb
             cross
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             extremities
             are
             alwaies
             at
             a
             loss
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XX
             .
             Of
             Bake-meats
             .
          
           
             BAke-meats
             are
             generally
             naught
             ,
             and
             Pie
          
           
             Is
             disapprov'd
             ,
             though
             
               Alholland-day
            
             be
             nigh
             :
          
           
             We
             write
             not
             unto
             children
             ,
             whose
             spoil'd
             gumms
             ,
          
           
             (
             Whate're
             the
             Coral
             gain'd
             )
             confesse
             that
             Plummes
          
           
             And
             o're-warm'd
             Custard
             have
             edentifi'd
             ,
          
           
             (
             That
             is
             ,
             made
             toothless
             )
             many
             a
             simp'ring
             Bride
             :
          
           
             Who
             for
             this
             very
             reason
             ,
             all
             their
             life
             ,
          
           
             Are
             feign
             to
             laugh
             behind
             a
             handkercheif
             :
          
           
             So
             have
             I
             seen
             a
             toothless
             Bride-groom
             sit
          
           
             Hungry
             at
             's
             wedding
             ,
             nor
             could
             chew
             a
             bit
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             the
             spoon-meat
             came
             ,
             then
             his
             throat
             strain
          
           
             So
             wide
             ,
             you
             might
             have
             seen
             his
             heart
             again
             :
          
           
             Wherefore
             forbear
             them
             ,
             
               Rabbi
               Rasis
            
             saith
             ,
          
           
             But
             against
             Pie-meat
             there
             is
             little
             faith
             :
          
           
             To
             bodies
             troubled
             with
             an
             
               acid
               wind
            
          
           
             And
             
               eructations
               sower
               ,
            
             bake-meats
             are
             kind
             ;
          
           
             They
             doe
             eventilate
             and
             lay
             that
             
               Flatus
               ,
            
          
           
             Which
             smels
             so
             mawkish
             from
             its
             foul
             
               Hiatus
            
             ;
          
           
             For
             little
             nourishment
             they
             yield
             ,
             but
             those
          
           
             Whose
             spungie
             bodies
             slimy
             flegm
             o're-flowes
             ,
          
           
             Or
             do
             desire
             to
             be
             
               gentile
               ,
            
             that
             's
             
               gaunt
            
             and
             fine
             ,
          
           
             May
             eat
             this
             drying
             diet
             (
             none
             of
             mine
             .
             )
          
           
             
               Roast-meat
               ,
            
             which
             long-back'd
             curres
             do
             spin
             on
             spits
             ,
          
           
             Are
             far
             more
             nutritive
             ,
             though
             they
             'r
             gross
             bits
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             digested
             ,
             but
             by
             stomack
             's
             dint
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             ventricle
             hath
             vigour
             in
             't
             ;
          
           
             It
             binds
             the
             belly
             ,
             yet
             there
             's
             help
             for
             that
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             do
             eat
             good
             store
             of
             the
             roast
             fat
             :
          
           
             But
             
               flesh
            
             with
             
               generous
               eggs
            
             and
             
               pepper
            
             drest
             ,
          
           
             Of
             any
             bake-meat
             is
             accounted
             best
             .
          
           
           
             Oh
             for
             a
             Pie-meat
             ,
             be
             't
             at
             any
             rate
             ,
          
           
             Rais'd
             by
             thy
             hand
             and
             ar●
             (
             dear
             
               Oxford
               Kate
            
             )
          
           
             The
             wisdome
             of
             thy
             Cookery
             doth
             raise
          
           
             Unto
             thy self
             ,
             and
             Dishes
             lofty
             praise
             :
          
           
             Thy
             meats
             are
             a
             brave
             winter
             food
             ,
             and
             when
          
           
             I
             do
             indulge
             my
             
               genius
            
             like
             those
             men
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             gallant
             guests
             ,
             a
             stately
             Pie
             of
             thine
          
           
             Shall
             fit
             us
             for
             the
             
               pretty
               friend
               of
               Wine
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             
               Mother
               of
               Proserpina
               :
            
             all
             this
          
           
             
               (
               Kate
               )
            
             at
             the
             length
             will
             bring
             us
             unto
             
               Dis.
               
            
          
           
             Bake-meats
             corroborate
             and
             nourish
             more
          
           
             Then
             any
             diet
             we
             have
             nam'd
             before
             :
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             summer
             (
             
               Kate
            
             )
             we
             will
             forbear
             ,
          
           
             They
             are
             too
             hot
             for
             us
             in
             sultry
             air
             ,
          
           
             And
             breed
             the
             Stone
             ,
             a
             thing
             (
             sweet
             
               Cate
            
             )
             which
             I
          
           
             Nor
             you
             would
             see
             ,
             to
             find
             one
             petrifie
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             thy
             praises
             I
             do
             gladly
             vent
             ,
          
           
             I
             would
             be
             loath
             to
             be
             thy
             Monument
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXI
             .
             Of
             Birds
             in
             generall
             .
          
           
             TH'
             
               Arabian
               Isaak
            
             dictateth
             ,
             that
             Fowl
          
           
             Compar'd
             with
             walking
             creatures
             ,
             are
             the
             Soul
             ,
          
           
             They
             but
             the
             Body
             of
             meat
             ;
             they
             'r
             light
             and
             fine
             ,
          
           
             And
             do
             the
             feeder
             to
             quick
             works
             incline
             ;
          
           
             As
             if
             their
             feathers
             still
             were
             on
             ,
             they
             spring
          
           
             Thorough
             the
             quarters
             ,
             and
             are
             all
             o'
             th'
             wing
             :
          
           
             Rare
             and
             aeriall
             ,
             yet
             the
             nourishment
          
           
             Is
             small
             ,
             and
             less
             then
             walking
             Fowl
             or
             Pent
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             our
             
               Silvestrian
               ,
            
             then
             
               Domestick
               bird
               ,
            
          
           
             Is
             tenderer
             ,
             as
             once
             before
             y'
             have
             heard
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             digestion
             facile
             ,
             the
             reason
          
           
             Is
             ,
             their
             assiduous
             labour
             and
             dry
             season
             .
          
           
             If
             
               Daedalus
            
             with
             any
             wings
             of
             wax
             ,
          
           
             Could
             a
             made
             it
             flie
             ,
             how
             light
             had
             been
             an
             Ox
             ?
          
           
             Which
             now
             must
             be
             most
             heavy
             ,
             gross
             and
             dull
             ,
          
           
             Though
             it
             were
             dress'd
             in
             
               Phalaris
            
             his
             Bull
             ,
          
           
             As
             I
             may
             guesse
             by
             
               Milo
               ,
            
             who
             in
             sweat
          
           
             Of
             's
             brows
             did
             find
             an
             Ox
             was
             heavy
             meat
             :
          
           
             But
             these
             high
             flyers
             rare
             ,
             'cause
             they
             do
             move
          
           
             Often
             ,
             and
             the
             dry
             aire
             to
             traverse
             love
             ;
          
           
             But
             the
             Domestick
             ,
             that
             lesse
             plye
             the
             oare
          
           
             Of
             feather'd
             pinions
             ,
             succulent
             ,
             are
             more
             ,
          
           
             And
             generate
             a
             noble
             blood
             ,
             being
             moist
          
           
             Of
             temper
             ,
             nor
             with
             aery
             swimming
             tost
             :
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             Birds
             that
             skirre
             the
             liquid
             aire
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Aurhor
             saith
             the
             
               *
            
             
               Starling
            
             is
             most
             rare
             ;
          
           
             (
             A
             most
             rare
             Singer
             if
             his
             tongue
             be
             slit
             ,
          
           
             Confess'd
             )
             but
             not
             with
             us
             a
             dainty
             bit
             :
          
           
             Yet
             if
             you
             bring
             it
             to
             an
             English
             Cook
          
           
             Uncas'd
             ,
             he
             'll
             make
             him
             tast
             like
             any
             Rook
             :
          
           
           
             The
             
               masculine
               bearns
               of
               Partridges
            
             are
             neat
             ,
          
           
             The
             
               mother's
            
             
               Hen
            
             and
             
               Pheasant
               ,
               Lady-meat
            
             ;
          
           
             The
             
               Cockrels
            
             of
             all
             birds
             are
             lightest
             food
             ,
          
           
             And
             breed
             the
             laudablest
             and
             wholsom'st
             blood
             ,
          
           
             Strengthens
             the
             appetite
             ,
             their
             gendring
             fire
          
           
             Fitting
             them
             both
             for
             diet
             and
             desire
             :
          
           
             But
             yet
             
             th'Arabian
             Doctor
             
               Avicen
               ,
            
          
           
             Preferres
             before
             all
             these
             the
             creaking
             Hen
             ,
          
           
             And
             saith
             that
             
               Hen-broth
            
             is
             a
             remedy
          
           
             
               Probatum
            
             against
             scurfie
             
               Leprosie
               :
            
          
           
             Besides
             ,
             who
             'd
             think
             the
             female
             had
             such
             praise
             ,
          
           
             Since
             females
             are
             the
             worser
             many
             wayes
             ?
          
           
             The
             brains
             ,
             saith
             he
             ,
             of
             Hens
             increaseth
             wit
             ,
          
           
             Augments
             its
             namesakes
             substance
             ;
             there
             is
             it
             ;
          
           
             For
             those
             who
             are
             fantastick
             ,
             idle
             ,
             vain
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             their
             food
             wer●
             so
             ,
             we
             call
             Cock-brain
             .
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXII
             .
             Of
             Hens
             .
          
           
             THe
             Doctors
             differ
             ,
             for
             
               Rabbi
               Isaak
            
          
           
             Doth
             pull
             our
             Hen
             ,
             and
             won't
             allow
             the
             crack
             ,
          
           
             But
             justifies
             the
             Chick
             against
             the
             Damme
             ,
          
           
             (
             A
             Physicall
             ,
             not
             Divine
             Axiom
             )
          
           
             And
             in
             comparisons
             not
             odious
             ,
          
           
             Bids
             us
             the
             Chick
             before
             the
             Mother
             chuse
             ,
          
           
             As
             being
             the
             tougher
             nourishment
             ,
             enough
             ,
          
           
             But
             for
             my
             meal
             give
             me
             a
             Hen
             tooth-proof
             ,
          
           
             Not
             tough
             as
             buff
             ,
             nor
             yet
             as
             whit-leather
             ,
          
           
             But
             often
             humbled
             by
             Sir
             
               Chanticler
               :
            
          
           
             Then
             full
             of
             Embrion
             chick
             ,
             let
             her
             appear
          
           
             In
             Claret-sawce
             throughout
             all
             
               Ianivere
               .
            
          
           
           
             But
             for
             the
             limber
             thighs
             of
             infant-fowl
             ,
          
           
             Which
             you
             may
             draw
             like
             Peascods
             through
             your
             jowle
             ,
          
           
             Unlesse
             in
             
               acute
               Feavers
               ,
            
             let
             them
             eat
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             teeth
             dare
             not
             incounter
             tougher
             meat
             .
          
           
             Next
             unto
             these
             the
             
               flesh
               of
               Quailes
            
             is
             thought
          
           
             Exceeding
             good
             ,
             especially
             
               Iew-bought
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             That
             's
             at
             the
             price
             they
             were
             i'
             th'
             Wildernesse
             )
          
           
             But
             to
             eat
             them
             now
             in
             
               London-dresse
            
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Partridge-chicken
             (
             which
             is
             grosser
             food
             ,
          
           
             Costive
             ,
             but
             nourishing
             )
             though
             the
             meat
             's
             good
             .
          
           
             I
             shall
             not
             venture
             ,
             and
             I
             know
             the
             cause
             ,
          
           
             Because
             it
             did
             rain
             Quails
             ,
             but
             never
             sawce
             .
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXIII
             .
             Of
             Pidgeons
             ,
             their
             young
             ones
             ,
             and
             Ducks
             .
          
           
             THe
             
               infant-Pidgeon
               ,
            
             and
             the
             
               suc●ing
               Dove
               ,
            
          
           
             Emblem
             of
             Innocence
             ,
             of
             Lust
             ,
             of
             Love
             ,
          
           
             Are
             a
             most
             high
             and
             filling
             diet
             ,
             hot
          
           
             And
             inflaming
             ,
             thence
             are
             Feave●s
             got
             ;
          
           
             '
             Ware
             Pidgeon
             therefore
             ,
             till
             his
             early
             flight
          
           
             Hath
             purg'd
             his
             heavinesse
             ,
             and
             made
             it
             light
             ;
          
           
             To
             these
             invite
             your
             
               flegmaticks
               ,
            
             a
             scholar
             ,
          
           
             Men
             sedentary
             ,
             but
             not
             a
             man
             of
             choler
             .
          
           
             
               Ducks
            
             of
             aquatick
             fowl
             are
             far
             the
             worst
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             Fen-fed
             ,
             or
             in
             your
             own
             moats
             nurst
             ;
          
           
             Hot
             is
             their
             blood
             ,
             and
             of
             a
             Saturn
             die
             ,
          
           
             Gives
             nauseas
             and
             superfluity
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             nourishing
             enough
             ,
             if
             it
             were
             good
             ,
          
           
             (
             He
             don't
             prescribe
             a
             copious
             ,
             but
             sound
             food
             ;
             )
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             fowl
             which
             on
             the
             lakes
             do
             wander
             ,
          
           
             From
             the
             wild
             Duck
             unto
             the
             Goose
             and
             Gander
             ,
          
           
           
             There
             's
             none
             but
             are
             repletive
             ,
             if
             it
             smell
          
           
             Amisse
             't
             is
             naught
             ,
             though
             't
             were
             a
             
               Barnacle
               :
            
          
           
             This
             hinders
             not
             the
             profits
             of
             the
             Coy
             ,
          
           
             The
             smell
             of
             gain
             is
             sweet
             ,
             
               Bon
               par
               ma
               foy
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXIV
             .
             Of
             the
             parts
             of
             Fowl
             .
          
           
             THe
             
               bellies
            
             of
             all
             Fowl
             ,
             brawny
             and
             tough
             ,
          
           
             Are
             of
             digestion
             long
             ,
             and
             hard
             enough
             ;
          
           
             But
             master'd
             by
             the
             culinary
             fire
             ,
          
           
             They
             'r
             as
             good
             nutriment
             as
             you
             desire
             .
          
           
             The
             
               wings
            
             of
             Geese
             in
             moistnesse
             do
             abound
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             in
             Hens
             is
             the
             like
             juicenesse
             found
             ;
          
           
             Their
             constant
             motion
             makes
             them
             simply
             good
             ,
          
           
             An
             excellent
             and
             inoffensive
             food
             .
          
           
             But
             oh
             the
             
               liver
            
             of
             the
             stubble
             Goose
             !
          
           
             Set
             it
             before
             the
             grosse
             
               Vitellius
               ,
            
          
           
             Or
             
               Otho
            
             either
             ,
             and
             this
             Emperour
          
           
             Shall
             leave
             his
             glasse
             for
             it
             ,
             'tother
             his
             whore
             .
          
           
             Wisdome
             of
             Cooks
             !
             oh
             arts
             of
             cramming
             Geese
             !
          
           
             When
             Kitchin
             
               Machiavilian
            
             policies
          
           
             Shall
             so
             contrive
             ,
             that
             the
             attractive
             Liver
          
           
             Shall
             starve
             all
             members
             to
             augment
             the
             liver
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             devices
             
               Hyperphysicall
               ,
            
          
           
             Translate
             the
             
               Rickets
            
             from
             the
             head
             to
             th'
             caul
             .
          
           
             Wonder
             in
             Caponry
             !
             but
             they
             grow
             plump
          
           
             And
             fat
             ,
             by
             stitching
             up
             the
             merry
             rump
             .
          
           
             The
             
               necks
            
             of
             Geese
             and
             Hens
             ,
             which
             we
             do
             cast
          
           
             To
             th'
             dunghill
             ,
             are
             an
             excellent
             repast
             ;
          
           
             
               Arabick
            
             dainties
             bought
             up
             by
             us
             of
             late
             ,
          
           
             By
             one
             ,
             who
             on
             all
             City
             Feasts
             do
             wait
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             Factor
             of
             our
             Poultery
             gubbins
             ,
             that
          
           
             He
             may
             feed
             high
             his
             rare
             musk-making
             Ca●
             .
          
           
             The
             
               wings
            
             of
             flying
             creatures
             do
             excell
          
           
             The
             
               leggs
            
             of
             walking
             ,
             motion
             doth
             expell
          
           
             Superfluous
             humours
             :
             so
             Fowl
             cramm'd
             and
             pent
             ,
          
           
             Though
             they
             be
             fat
             ,
             are
             not
             good
             nourishment
             :
          
           
             I
             do
             abominate
             the
             City-glutton
             ,
          
           
             Fat
             Capon-fed
             ,
             and
             shoulder
             of
             Mutton
             :
          
           
             If
             that
             must
             be
             
             th'entertainment
             and
             the
             cheer
             ,
          
           
             Give
             me
             the
             barn-fed
             bird
             and
             mountaneer
             .
          
           
             The
             
               Eunuchs
            
             of
             all
             Fowl
             are
             best
             ,
             and
             so
             prevail
          
           
             With
             us
             ,
             they
             are
             no
             longer
             meat
             but
             Ale
             :
          
           
             
               Cock
            
             is
             an
             
               English
               malt
               ,
            
             and
             we
             drink
             Fowl
             ,
          
           
             What
             once
             was
             dish'd
             is
             now
             swigg'd
             up
             i'
             th'
             bowl
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             we
             do
             not
             now
             those
             gluttons
             think
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Capons
             eat
             ,
             but
             those
             who
             Capons
             drink
             :
          
           
             Cock-broth
             ,
             the
             Ladies
             sure
             confortive
          
           
             Is
             gone
             ,
             for
             
               China
               Ale
            
             doth
             keep
             alive
             ;
          
           
             Who
             can
             desire
             more
             ?
             Physitians
             
               unde
            
          
           
             Is
             this
             rare
             cure
             from
             Munday
             
               *
            
             untill
             Sunday
             .
          
           
             The
             
               brains
               of
               Fowl
               ,
            
             less
             viscous
             and
             less
             dry
             ,
          
           
             Are
             better
             then
             of
             
               walking
               Poultery
               ,
            
          
           
             Who
             are
             of
             temper
             
               ex
               opposito
               ,
            
          
           
             (
             That
             's
             clean
             contrary
             ,
             if
             you
             do
             not
             know
             .
             )
          
           
             The
             brains
             of
             
               infant-Starling
               ,
               Partridge
               ,
               Pheasant
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             
               Cocks
            
             and
             
               Hens
            
             (
             Sir
             
               Mammon
            
             judge
             )
             is
             pleasant
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXV
             .
             Of
             Eggs
             and
             their
             proprieties
             .
          
           
             
               AS
               at
               
                 Creation
                 ,
              
               so
               our
               book
               proceeds
               ,
            
             
               Hens
               before
               Eggs
               ,
               perfection's
               in
               the
               deeds
            
             
               Of
               the
               
                 best
                 best
                 Opificer
              
               ;
               he
               made
            
             
               Nothing
               potentiall
               ,
               perfect
               't
               was
               when
               said
               ,
            
             
               That
               
                 Protoplastes
              
               the
               first
               species
               fram'd
            
             
               Entire
               ,
               nothing
               was
               impotent
               or
               maim'd
            
             
               In
               its
               own
               essence
               ,
               then
               he
               vertues
               gave
               ,
            
             
               Prolifick
               and
               conservative
               ,
               to
               save
            
             
               And
               propagate
               ,
               which
               hid
               in
               seminall
               power
               ,
            
             
               Traduces
               the
               first
               work
               unto
               this
               hour
               ;
            
             
               The
               parent
               ,
               not
               the
               chick
               ,
               oviparous
               ,
            
             
               The
               mothers
               labour
               hatch'd
               in
               feather'd
               house
            
             
               Of
               her
               own
               body
               ,
               yet
               't
               doth
               safer
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               And
               hath
               a
               cottage
               of
               its
               own
               ,
               a
               shell
               :
            
             
               Our
               subject
               is
               this
               
                 Embrion
              
               in
               's
               cradle
               ,
            
             
               Both
               possible
               to
               live
               and
               to
               be
               adle
               ,
            
             
               Or
               damn'd
               to
               be
               devour'd
               before
               a
               tast
            
             
               Of
               life
               ,
               and
               into
               various
               coquery
               cast
               ▪
            
             
               Bred
               of
               
                 (a)
              
               contagion
               of
               Sir
               
                 Chanticlers
                 ,
              
            
             
               Upon
               the
               
                 bag
                 prolifick
                 ,
              
               the
               
                 case
                 cleer
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               setled
               now
               in
               plain
               
                 Anatomy
                 ,
              
            
             
               'A
               
                 spiritiz'd
                 flavour
                 gets
                 ,
                 and
                 egge
                 ,
                 and
                 me
                 ,
              
            
             
               So
               that
               the
               
                 cock-tread
              
               and
               the
               grosser
               
                 sperm
              
            
             
               (
               Which
               our
               old
               
                 Philosophy
              
               affirm
            
             
               Did
               generation
               raise
               )
               are
               onely
               here
            
             
               The
               
                 conduct
              
               and
               the
               warm
               
                 conveyancer
              
            
             
               Of
               this
               brave
               
                 Monsieur
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Grand
                 Signiour
                 spright
                 ,
              
            
             
               Whose
               warm
               
                 Afflation
              
               does
               the
               work
               o'
               th'
               night
               :
            
             
               This
               Egge
               I
               set
               before
               you
               ,
               (
               Madam
               )
               sloth
            
             
               Makes
               this
               poor
               
                 Book
                 Trencher
              
               and
               
                 Table-cloth
                 ,
              
            
             
             
               Not
               set
               in
               salt
               (
               unless
               of
               slender
               wit
               )
            
             
               And
               though
               but
               small
               ,
               yet
               a
               most
               dainty
               bit
               ,
            
             
               Of
               such
               vicinity
               with
               humane
               blood
               ,
            
             
               It
               strait
               incorporates
               ,
               and
               i●
               quick
               food
               ;
            
             
               Especially
               the
               golden
               part
               ,
               the
               
                 *
              
               Argent
               is
            
             
               Frigid
               and
               viscous
               ,
               of
               Activities
            
             
               Unequal
               much
               ;
               so
               that
               in
               thi●
               white
               shell
               ,
            
             
               The
               Sun
               and
               Moon
               may
               be
               affirm'd
               to
               dwell
               :
            
             
               The
               yolk
               's
               spermatick
               ,
               like
               the
               gendring
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               The
               Eggs
               in
               watery
               efficacies
               run
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Eggs
               of
               Hens
               and
               Partridges
               incite
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               of
               Ducks
               are
               servient
               ●o
               delight
            
             
               (
               Though
               fouler
               nourishment
               .
               )
               The
               lay
               of
               Geese
               ▪
            
             
               Of
               odour
               bad
               ,
               doth
               loathsomne●s
               increase
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               are
               pr●vocative
               ;
               of
               Turkeys
               more
               ,
            
             
               Although
               the
               waddling
               treade●'s
               long
               ,
               before
            
             
               He
               act
               (
               the
               fu●bler
               of
               the
               Fowls
               )
               but
               mounted
               ▪
            
             
               This
               cobbling
               ●ame●●e
               is
               a
               
                 *
              
               
                 Signiour
              
               counted
               .
            
             
               But
               hear
               what
               
                 Rasis
              
               saith
               ,
               and
               
                 Avicen
                 ,
              
            
             
               Most
               temperate
               the
               l●y's
               of
               the
               press'd
               Hen
               ,
            
             
               And
               Part●idges
               ,
               so
               little
               losse
               i'
               th'
               food
               ,
            
             
               That
               weight
               for
               weight
               ,
               the
               yolks
               convert
               to
               blood
               :
            
             
               Boyl'd
               ra●ely
               ,
               they
               digest
               a●ace
               :
               but
               hard
               ,
            
             
               They
               do
               digestion
               and
               themselves
               retard
               :
            
             
               Ta●ne
               when
               the
               cackling
               Hen
               Alarum
               gives
            
             
               Of
               her
               delivery
               ,
               Restora●ives
               :
            
             
               Immixt
               with
               Honey
               good
               for
               throats
               are
               sore
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               Consum●tion●
               we
               their
               aid
               implore
               :
            
             
               No
               flesh
               so
               nourishing
               and
               temperate
               :
            
             
               Let
               those
               forbear
               them
               who
               are
               over
               fat
               ;
            
             
               Butter'd
               with
               Ambergriss
               a
               lusty
               meat
               ,
            
             
               
                 V●●ellius
                 (
                 le
                 grosse
                 )
              
               did
               often
               eat
               ;
            
             
               A
               Prince
               of
               a
               short
               reign
               ,
               which
               amply
               shows
               ,
            
             
               Gluttons
               no
               fighters
               are
               ,
               but
               for
               night
               blows
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXVI
             .
             of
             MILK
             .
          
           
             
               KInsman
               to
               blood
               ,
               but
               twice
               remov'd
               ,
               in
               Breasts
            
             
               Of
               Women
               pregnant
               ,
               in
               Udders
               of
               Beasts
            
             
               Elaborated
               ,
               and
               the
               tincture
               white
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 Venis
                 Lacteis
                 ,
              
               (
               unknown
               to
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               upon
               dissection
               )
               is
               made
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               this
               luke-warm
               Candidates
               
                 parade
                 .
              
            
             
               It
               is
               of
               equal
               temper
               with
               our
               blood
               ,
            
             
               And
               having
               been
               so
               once
               ,
               most
               proper
               Food
               :
            
             
               Not
               dreadful
               when
               a
               
                 Read-coat
                 ,
              
               and
               a
               friend
               ,
            
             
               When
               
                 White-coat
              
               to
               our
               Ages
               
                 *
              
               either
               end
               ,
            
             
               Its
               temper
               doth
               incline
               to
               moist
               and
               cold
               ,
            
             
               It
               wets
               ,
               and
               fats
               :
               Those
               whom
               long
               
                 Hecticks
              
               hold
               ,
            
             
               Or
               the
               dry
               Cough
               ,
               or
               Urine
               sharpness
               pricks
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               of
               Constitutions
               dry
               as
               sticks
               ,
            
             
               It
               benefits
               ,
               and
               brings
               to
               temper
               just
               ,
            
             
               It
               foments
               blood
               ,
               and
               the
               white
               stream
               of
               Lust
               :
            
             
               'T
               is
               of
               concoction
               quick
               ,
               and
               gets
               the
               dye
            
             
               (
               Whether
               the
               Liver
               or
               Veins
               sanguifie
               ,
            
             
               Or
               both
               ,
               it
               matters
               not
               )
               which
               once
               it
               had
               ,
            
             
               White
               into
               red
               is
               no
               conversion
               bad
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               we
               say
               ,
               in
               Feavers
               ,
               are
               acute
               ,
            
             
               In
               pains
               o
               th'
               head
               ,
               in
               Dropsies
               ,
               and
               Scorbute
               ,
            
             
               And
               other
               cold
               Diseases
               ,
               Milk
               forbear
               ,
            
             
               Though
               
                 Io
              
               were
               the
               Cow
               ,
               (
               and
               she
               was
               rare
               )
            
             
               Of
               all
               that
               spend
               the
               Teat
               ,
               the
               Milk
               of
               Cows
            
             
               Is
               grossest
               ,
               and
               most
               nourishment
               allows
               .
            
             
               Who
               do
               desire
               
                 Matho's
              
               bulk
               (
               to
               fill
            
             
               A
               Coach
               alone
               )
               let
               him
               the
               Milk-pail
               swill
               .
            
             
               Yet
               I
               have
               heard
               a
               
                 Matho
              
               of
               our
               own
            
             
               (
               By
               's
               surcingle
               of
               Sheeps-heads
               quickly
               known
               )
            
             
             
               So
               huge
               a
               quantity
               of
               Milk
               did
               drink
            
             
               (
               A
               Horse
               of
               water
               could
               not
               more
               I
               think
               )
            
             
               Yet
               never
               was
               the
               fatter
               ,
               nor
               would
               be
            
             
               If
               he
               had
               eaten
               Cow
               ,
               Milk-maid
               ,
               and
               me
               .
            
             
               Such
               Guts
               should
               be
               their
               mutual
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 Marriot
              
               should
               have
               eaten
               
                 Wood
                 of
                 Kent
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               Milk
               of
               Asses
               
                 Avicen
              
               advises
               ,
            
             
               To
               give
               to
               all
               who
               labour
               of
               a
               
                 Phthisis
                 ,
              
            
             
               Or
               have
               bad
               Lungs
               .
               The
               Milk
               of
               Goats
               partakes
            
             
               Of
               either
               temper
               ,
               and
               a
               
                 medium
              
               makes
               :
            
             
               Such
               wonders
               are
               rehears'd
               of
               Goats
               ,
               that
               if
            
             
               You
               hear
               'um
               you
               will
               hardly
               give
               belief
               ;
            
             
               The
               very
               hearbs
               they
               feed
               on
               turns
               to
               physick
               ;
            
             
               Give
               them
               specificks
               for
               the
               Cough
               or
               Ptisick
               ,
            
             
               The
               infusion
               is
               their
               Milk
               ,
               and
               it
               retains
            
             
               The
               vertue
               sans
               Apothecaries
               pains
               ,
            
             
               A
               living
               rare
               
                 Pharmacopoeia
                 ,
              
               and
            
             
               Not
               yet
               translated
               by
               
                 Culpepper's
              
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Milk
               of
               Sheep
               is
               worst
               ,
               very
               unsound
               ,
            
             
               And
               doth
               with
               su●erfluities
               abound
               .
            
             
               Milk
               boyl'd
               with
               Rice
               ,
               or
               the
               like
               grain
               (
               and
               free
            
             
               From
               its
               in●●igidating
               quality
               )
            
             
               Breeds
               wholesome
               blood
               ,
               moistens
               belly
               and
               brest
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               bladder
               is
               a
               welcome
               guest
               .
            
             
               And
               Buttermilk
               in
               Fluxes
               ,
               and
               so
               Whey
            
             
               Is
               excellent
               for
               
                 Lactium
                 tormina
                 ,
              
            
             
               If
               in
               them
               you
               throw
               in
               burnt
               gad
               of
               steel
               ,
            
             
               You
               need
               no
               other
               Med'cine
               ,
               they
               it
               heal
               .
            
             
               Against
               diseases
               of
               the
               yellow
               Bi●e
               ,
            
             
               Nothing
               so
               soveraign
               ,
               nothing
               so
               
                 *
              
               vile
               .
            
             
               Distempers
               of
               much
               
                 Bacchus
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               Itch
               ,
            
             
               And
               yellow
               jaundice
               ,
               Faces
               call'd
               the
               rich
               ,
            
             
               Are
               cur'd
               by
               these
               ,
               and
               Butter
               that
               's
               unsalt
               ,
            
             
               By
               Fricacy
               doth
               remedy
               the
               fault
            
             
             
               Of
               filthy
               morphy'd
               skins
               :
               Butter
               next
               grace
            
             
               Is
               eaten
               first
               ,
               eaten
               in
               the
               last
               place
               .
            
             
               Then
               let
               not
               
                 Hogens
                 Mogeas
              
               only
               sing
               ,
            
             
               
                 Bouter
                 ,
                 Bouter
              
               is
               good
               for
               any
               thing
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXVII
             .
             Of
             CHEESE
             .
          
           
             ALL
             Cheese
             is
             naught
             ,
             saith
             the
             Salernitan
             ,
          
           
             The
             Fresh
             is
             cold
             and
             grosse
             ,
             yet
             if
             a
             man
          
           
             Be
             not
             of
             constitution
             cold
             ,
             't
             is
             good
             ,
          
           
             A
             tolerable
             ,
             but
             not
             commended
             food
             .
          
           
             Old
             Cheese
             (
             as
             is
             its
             Age
             )
             is
             worse
             ,
             or
             better
          
           
             The
             tarter
             sort
             is
             hot
             ,
             and
             burnes
             ,
             a
             getter
          
           
             Of
             extreme
             thirst
             ,
             cals
             for
             the
             other
             Can
             ,
          
           
             Be
             it
             Holland
             ,
             Chedder
             ,
             or
             Parmizan
             .
          
           
             Yet
             after
             meales
             a
             slender
             quantity
          
           
             Corroborates
             the
             stomacks
             mouth
             ,
             and
             by
          
           
             The
             sharpness
             of
             the
             Rennet
             doth
             remove
          
           
             All
             N●●sea
             from
             them
             ,
             who
             sweet
             mee●s
             love
             .
          
           
             But
             scrap'd
             ,
             as
             Dr.
             
               Buttler
            
             order'd
             Cheese
             ,
          
           
             (
             Who
             then
             a
             Buttler
             more
             can
             palat-please
             ?
             )
          
           
             'T
             is
             excellent
             against
             most
             Surfeits
             ,
             saving
          
           
             No
             Sugar
             spoil
             the
             
               Cambro-britan
            
             shaving
             .
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             
               Caus
               Day
            
             !
             yet
             our
             
               Arabians
            
             hold
             ,
          
           
             No
             Cheese
             is
             safe
             ,
             whether
             it
             be
             new
             or
             old
             :
          
           
             It
             loads
             the
             stomack
             's
             of
             digestion
             slow
             ,
          
           
             And
             if
             the
             Collick
             or
             the
             Stone
             you
             know
             ,
          
           
             Eat
             ,
             and
             be
             sick
             ,
             then
             leave
             't
             ,
             if
             not
             too
             late
             ,
          
           
             Or
             if
             you
             'l
             eat
             ,
             eat
             but
             a
             penny
             weight
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXVIII
             .
             Of
             FISHES
             .
          
           
             
               FIshes
               are
               like
               their
               Element
               ,
               and
               place
            
             
               Wherein
               they
               live
               ,
               both
               cold
               and
               moist
               ,
               a
               ●ace
            
             
               Of
               flegmatick
               Creatures
               ,
               yet
               they
               are
               meat
            
             
               which
               dry
               ,
               and
               cholerick
               tem●e●s
               may
               well
               eat
               ;
            
             
               And
               those
               who
               would
               look
               smug
               ,
               or
               el●e
               snout-fair
               ,
            
             
               May
               take
               this
               live●-cooling
               di●h
               for
               fare
               .
            
             
               In
               f●●vid
               seasons
               ,
               and
               in
               Climates
               hot
            
             
               Use
               them
               :
               But
               if
               the
               
                 Be●●●
              
               the
               helm
               hath
               got
               ,
            
             
               Or
               under
               
                 Charles
              
               his
               seven-starr'd
               heavy
               W●ne
               ,
            
             
               From
               this
               dull
               nourishment
               let
               them
               refraine
               ▪
            
             
               And
               pituitous
               bodies
               must
               fo●bea●
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               they
               like
               the
               Dropsie
               in
               the
               Reer
               .
            
             
               The
               Sea-fish
               ,
               and
               of
               those
               ,
               they
               in
               Rocks
               dwell
            
             
               Are
               finer
               ,
               and
               in
               temperament
               excell
               ,
            
             
               Digest
               more
               easie
               ,
               and
               breed
               better
               blood
            
             
               Then
               the
               loose
               fry
               ,
               that
               shoal
               it
               in
               the
               Flood
               :
            
             
               Yet
               in
               the
               stomack
               and
               the
               entrails
               they
            
             
               (
               Being
               little
               vi●cous
               )
               make
               too
               long
               a
               stay
               .
            
             
               Sweet
               River-fishes
               slimy
               ,
               and
               grosse
               diet
               ,
            
             
               Are
               glibbery
               ,
               and
               make
               egression
               quiet
               ,
            
             
               More
               nourishing
               then
               Sea-fish
               ,
               and
               of
               these
               ,
            
             
               Those
               (
               which
               the
               current
               streams
               and
               gravel
               please
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               abhorre
               annoyances
               of
               sinks
               ,
            
             
               Which
               spoil
               their
               channels
               with
               their
               loathsome
               stinks
               )
            
             
               Are
               most
               delicious
               ,
               such
               as
               Pearch
               and
               ●●out
               ;
            
             
               Your
               Mud-fish
               all
               incline
               you
               to
               the
               Gout
               .
            
             
               But
               those
               delighting
               in
               sweet
               scowres
               refine
            
             
               Their
               squamy
               sides
               ,
               and
               clarifie
               their
               liue
               .
            
             
               The
               Fi●●
               of
               Lakes
               ,
               and
               Motes
               ,
               and
               stagnant
               ponds
            
             
               (
               Remote
               from
               Sea
               ,
               or
               where
               no
               Spring
               commands
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               intermingling
               its
               refreshing
               waves
            
             
               Is
               Tench
               unto
               the
               Mote
               ,
               and
               Tenches
               saves
               ,
            
             
               And
               keeps
               them
               medical
               )
               are
               of
               all
               sorts
            
             
               Lesse
               innocent
               ,
               unless
               some
               River
               courts
            
             
               The
               ●ullen
               Nymph
               ,
               and
               blending
               waters
               she
            
             
               Of
               a
               foul
               
                 Mops●'s
              
               made
               
                 Leucothoe
                 .
              
            
             
               Her
               inmates
               otherwise
               ,
               like
               her self
               ,
               smell
               ,
            
             
               Tast
               of
               the
               Harbour
               (
               that
               is
               )
               scent
               not
               well
               ;
            
             
               Slow
               to
               digest
               :
               alive
               ,
               they
               liv'd
               too
               close
               ,
            
             
               And
               dead
               they
               can't
               their
               native
               dulne●s
               lose
               .
            
             
               Give
               me
               a
               Salmon
               ,
               who
               with
               
                 *
              
               winged
               Fins
            
             
               'Gainst
               tide
               and
               stream
               ●i●ks
               o're
               the
               fishing-gins
            
             
               Of
               locks
               and
               Hives
               ,
               and
               circling
               in
               a
               gyre
            
             
               His
               v●ulting
               co●●s
               ,
               he
               leaps
               the
               basfled
               wyre
               .
            
             
               Let
               Fish
               have
               room
               enough
               and
               their
               full
               play
               ,
            
             
               No
               liquor
               want
               ,
               not
               on
               a
               Fish-street
               day
               .
            
             
               But
               they
               are
               all
               meat
               indigestible
               ,
            
             
               Creating
               thirst
               ,
               and
               spawn
               diseases
               well
               .
            
             
               Take
               the
               lesse
               viscous
               ,
               gracile
               ,
               cleanly
               swimmer
               ,
            
             
               Smelling
               like
               S●elts
               ,
               whose
               watry
               hutts
               are
               trimmer
               ,
            
             
               Then
               those
               of
               Pools
               and
               Ponds
               ,
               or
               where
               on
               weed
               ,
            
             
               Or
               nasty
               Alga
               ,
               and
               base
               hearbs
               they
               feed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Salt
               Fish
               ,
               Can
               you
               with
               patience
               ,
               Brethren
               all
               ,
            
             
               Heare
               it
               ,
               of
               
                 Salters
              
               and
               
                 Fishmongers
              
               Hall
               ?
            
             
               Salt
               Fish
               is
               never
               good
               ,
               but
               on
               a
               day
            
             
               When
               you
               a
               vomit
               take
               ,
               and
               't
               may
               not
               stay
               :
            
             
               Charge
               u●on
               charge
               ,
               ten
               shillings
               cost
               to
               dine
               ,
            
             
               And
               h●●f
               a
               Crown
               in
               Crocus
               and
               Squills
               Wine
               ,
            
             
               To
               cast
               it
               up
               again
               ?
               whose
               will
               adore
            
             
               My
               
                 Arabian
                 Doctors
                 ,
              
               o●
               Sir
               
                 Theodore
              
               :
            
             
               Vomits
               nor
               lead
               I
               like
               ,
               the
               pendent
               bullet
            
             
               Sh●ll
               never
               be
               the
               sweeper
               of
               my
               Gullet
               .
            
             
               What
               I
               do
               eat
               ,
               I
               do
               intend
               to
               keep
               ,
            
             
               By
               exercise
               digest
               ,
               and
               little
               sleep
               .
            
             
             
               But
               feed
               not
               like
               Sir
               
                 Theodore
              
               for
               fear
            
             
               Vomit
               nor
               bullet
               your
               o're-charg'd
               stomack
               clear
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Barrel
               Codd
               ,
               and
               courtly
               Pole
               of
               Ling
               ,
            
             
               Butter
               and
               Oyl
               marching
               in
               either
               wing
               ,
            
             
               And
               Rope-Canary
               on
               the
               Van
               and
               Reer
               ,
            
             
               Or
               
                 Graves
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Bourdeaux
              
               in
               a
               glass
               for
               Beer
            
             
               Bring
               on
               a
               Friday
               ,
               storm
               
                 Arabians
              
               then
               ,
            
             
               
                 *
              
               
                 Cloudsly
              
               and
               
                 *
              
               
                 Ruckly
              
               are
               the
               better
               men
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               River
               Shell-fish
               ,
               and
               lesse
               Lobster-coats
               ,
            
             
               Crayfish
               and
               Crabbs
               that
               swim
               ,
               as
               those
               in
               boats
            
             
               Do
               row
               ,
               are
               in
               a
               
                 Pthisis
              
               singular
            
             
               Boyled
               in
               milk
               o
               th'
               Beast
               of
               the
               long
               ear
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               Consumptive
               persons
               made
               a
               
                 Cale
                 ,
              
            
             
               As
               much
               as
               
                 *
              
               
                 Colchis
              
               high
               fetch'd
               hearbs
               prevaile
               .
            
             
               You
               have
               the
               Fish
               ,
               pray
               fall
               on
               if
               you
               will
               ,
            
             
               Madam
               ,
               the
               sauce
               shall
               not
               besowre
               the
               Bill
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXIX
             .
             Of
             PULSE
             or
             GRAIN
             .
          
           
             
               WE
               take
               our
               rise
               from
               Rice
               ,
               which
               we
               find
               dry
               ,
            
             
               ●th
               '
               fourth
               ,
               and
               moderate
               hot
               i●h
               first
               degree
               :
            
             
               Boyl'd
               in
               fair
               water
               'gainst
               the
               Collick
               good
               ,
            
             
               They
               call
               (
               the
               
                 Windy
              
               )
               but
               a
               noble
               food
            
             
               Boyl'd
               in
               the
               milk
               of
               Almon●s
               ,
               which
               doth
               lose
            
             
               Its
               ●●iptick
               quality
               ,
               then
               La●yes
               don't
               refuse
               ;
            
             
               The
               Candle-cup
               ,
               they
               bravely
               nourish
               ,
            
             
               Caus●ng
               the
               blood
               ,
               and
               seminal
               vertue
               flourish
               .
            
             
               If
               that
               their
               Ladi●●ips
               will
               make
               a
               wash
            
             
               Again●t
               the
               Morphies
               ,
               Ri●ie
               ●lower
               ●ash
            
             
               In
               ●ountain
               water
               ,
               and
               this
               clean●ng
               grain
            
             
               Shall
               clarifie
               the
               skin
               ,
               and
               null
               the
               ●●ain
               .
            
             
               But
               you
               must
               ●●ri●
               it
               from
               its
               husk
               ,
               its
               Rind
            
             
               Is
               venemous
               ;
               and
               ●lee
               t●in
               any
               wine
               ,
            
             
               Or
               water
               ,
               ●ain
               i
               th'
               mouth
               it
               doth
               create
               ,
            
             
               Saith
               
                 Avicen
                 ,
              
               and
               will
               imposthumate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Beans
               are
               of
               double
               sort
               ,
               or
               dry
               ,
               or
               green
               ,
            
             
               Those
               fo●
               your
               Bo●●
               ,
               these
               for
               your
               
                 Boo●e●
                 for-b●n
              
               ▪
            
             
               The
               g●een
               i
               th'
               〈◊〉
               degree
               are
               moist
               and
               cold
               ;
            
             
               But
               cold
               and
               dry
               in
               the●
               〈◊〉
               height
               the
               old
               :
            
             
               Bad
               nourishment
               an●
               filthy
               humors
               b●eed
               ,
            
             
               To
               a
               proverb
               ●●●ive
               ,
               Ladies
               ,
               take
               heed
               ,
            
             
               Beyon●
               th'
               excuse
               o
               th'
               Pu●py
               they
               exceed
               :
            
             
               Creates
               by
               vapours
               on
               the
               inju●'d
               brain
               ,
            
             
               Malignant
               dreams
               ,
               and
               our
               ch●st●●e
               p●ofane
               .
            
             
               The
               great
               white
               Bean
               in
               his
               minority
               ,
            
             
               Boyl'd
               in
               successive
               waters
               ,
               happily
            
             
             
               May
               be
               permitted
               ,
               loose
               their
               
                 Windiness
              
            
             
               If
               boyld
               with
               
                 Mint
              
               or
               
                 Comine
                 ,
              
               you
               them
               dress
            
             
               Both
               
                 Flegmatick
              
               and
               
                 Windy
              
               meat
               within
            
             
               But
               the
               
                 Bean-floor
              
               is
               excellent
               for
               the
               
                 skin
                 .
              
            
             
               "
               Yet
               spight
               of
               
                 Doctors
                 ,
              
               and
               when
               all
               is
               done
            
             
               "
               We
               will
               make
               bold
               with
               Pulse
               at
               
                 Thorington
                 ,
              
            
             
               "
               And
               this
               stern
               
                 Doctrine
              
               against
               
                 Beans
              
               shall
               ne're
            
             
               "
               Be
               held
               ,
               nor
               gain
               repute
               in
               
                 Leicestershire
                 ,
              
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               in
               
                 Somerset
                 ,
              
               where
               
                 Odcombe
                 ,
              
               bred
            
             
               Famous
               
                 Tom
                 Coriat
                 ,
              
               Pudding
               and
               Bean
               fed
               .
            
             
               
                 Lentils
              
               saith
               
                 Rasis
              
               are
               both
               
                 cold
              
               and
               
                 dry
                 ,
              
            
             
               Of
               
                 temper
                 middle
              
               others
               ,
               so
               let
               't
               be
            
             
               Bread
               ,
               melancholy
               blood
               ,
               lick
               up
               the
               juice
            
             
               Of
               succulent
               bodies
               ;
               spoil
               the
               visive
               use
            
             
               By
               drying
               qualities
               ,
               for
               
                 Corpulent
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               
                 persons
                 flegmatick
              
               a
               cure
               present
               ,
            
             
               Us'd
               of●
               saith
               
                 Isaac
                 ,
              
               fill
               with
               fumes
               the
               Brains
               ,
            
             
               And
               cause
               amazing
               dreams
               ,
               and
               capital
               pains
               .
            
             
               
                 Ciches
              
               are
               of
               two
               sorts
               ,
               one
               
                 black
                 ,
              
               one
               
                 white
                 ,
              
            
             
               The
               
                 white
              
               is
               hot
               i'
               th'
               first
               degree
               ,
               that
               's
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               moist
               i'
               th'
               middle
               site
               ,
               hard
               to
               digest
            
             
               Causing
               inflamation
               in
               the
               puffed
               breast
               .
            
             
               Dilate
               the
               skin
               ,
               as
               't
               were
               upon
               the
               wrack
            
             
               Eat
               (
               horses
               )
               then
               ,
               untill
               your
               bellies
               crack
               ,
            
             
               And
               look
               most
               fair
               ,
               and
               plump
               and
               round
            
             
               Fillet
               and
               Cascoines
               will
               lite
               ,
               and
               sound
               ,
            
             
               The
               black
               Ciche
               is
               more
               hot
               ,
               of
               moysture
               less
            
             
               Against
               obstructions
               of
               the
               
                 Sp●een
                 redress
              
            
             
               And
               
                 liver
                 opilatio●s
                 ,
              
               boyled
               ,
               best
               ,
            
             
               In
               horse
               reddish
               ,
               it
               raiseth
               
                 milk
              
               supprest
               ;
            
             
               
                 Vrine
              
               provoks
               ,
               and
               the
               
                 Spermatick
              
               vein
               ,
            
             
               A
               great
               increase
               by
               this
               stout
               Pulse
               doth
               gain
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               to
               
                 Stallions
              
               t
               is
               a
               generous
               food
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               them
               active
               for
               that
               noble
               brood
               .
            
             
               
                 Peases
              
               (
               saith
               
                 Arnoldus
              
               )
               are
               not
               much
               unlike
               ,
            
             
               Wherefore
               some
               eat
               them
               ,
               bravely
               by
               the
               
                 Strike
                 .
              
            
             
             
               Then
               
                 Beans
              
               less
               
                 windy
                 ,
              
               nor
               so
               smoothly
               pa●●
            
             
               The
               ventricle
               ,
               lookin
               the
               Herbal
               glass
            
             
               
                 Gerards
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Iohnsons
              
               mirror
               ,
               and
               their
               
                 Pease
              
            
             
               Will
               every
               longing
               eye
               that
               sees
               them
               please
               .
            
             
               I
               have
               a
               friend
               that
               loves
               them
               ,
               had
               a
               
                 Tutor
              
            
             
               Would
               eat
               three
               mess
               without
               a
               coadjutor
               .
            
             
               Obedience
               therefore
               and
               affection
               move
            
             
               Not
               to
               dispraise
               ,
               what
               two
               such
               wise
               men
               love
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXX
             .
             Of
             Herbs
             and
             Plants
             .
          
           
             
               HElp
               
                 Pauls-church-yard
              
               our
               Physick
               garden
               now
               ,
            
             
               (
               And
               let
               
                 Tredeskin
              
               no
               more
               simples
               shew
               .
               )
            
             
               Where
               simpling
               Girles
               ,
               and
               simpler
               Women
               stand
            
             
               To
               sell
               the
               gathered
               Herbage
               of
               the
               Land
               .
            
             
               
                 Medaea
              
               when
               she
               took
               her
               flight
               i'
               th'
               air
            
             
               Cull'd
               not
               so
               great
               ingredients
               ,
               nor
               so
               rare
               ▪
            
             
               Hither
               Apothecaries
               ,
               hither
               hast
            
             
               Chi'rgians
               ,
               and
               Midwifes
               (
               busie
               Quacks
               at
               last
               )
            
             
               And
               decay'd
               gallants
               ,
               Lords
               of
               Lands
               are
               passant
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sequestred
               Divines
               buy
               up
               the
               grass
               out
               .
            
             
               The
               Ewe
               ,
               sad
               Box
               and
               Cypress
               (
               solemn
               trees
               )
            
             
               Once
               Church-yard
               guests
               (
               
                 till
                 burial
                 rites
                 did
                 cease
              
               )
            
             
               Give
               place
               to
               
                 Sallads
                 ,
              
               and
               confin'd
               
                 Apollo
              
            
             
               Trades
               in
               these
               Plants
               ,
               that
               do
               hereafter
               follow
               ▪
            
          
           
             
               
                 Ladies
              
               secure
               your
               Noses
               ,
               for
               I
               bring
            
             
               
                 Garlick
              
               my
               first
               high
               sented
               offering
               .
            
             
               It's
               temper
               
                 hot
              
               and
               
                 dry
                 ,
              
               whatsoere
               doth
               sent
            
             
               So
               strongly
               is
               of
               such
               a
               temperament
               ,
            
             
             
               It
               warms
               cold
               bodies
               ,
               hot
               anoys
               ,
               expells
            
             
               Wind
               ,
               and
               such
               vapors
               from
               the
               bodys
               cells
               .
            
             
               It
               doth
               incite
               to
               lust
               ,
               an
               opener
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               
                 Tertian
              
               makes
               the
               cold
               fit
               flye
               .
            
             
               A
               
                 Lohoc
                 ,
              
               that
               's
               a
               Lambative
               ,
               of
               this
            
             
               Deserves
               a
               
                 sanum
                 &
                 expertum
              
               ;
               t
               is
            
             
               Rare
               against
               Coughs
               ,
               obstructions
               thick
            
             
               Extenuates
               ,
               and
               cuts
               (
               ye
               but
               a
               lick
            
             
               Administred
               upon
               a
               liquorish
               stick
            
             
               For
               hotter
               Regions
               naught
               ,
               but
               where
               the
               
                 Bear
              
            
             
               Rules
               ,
               t
               is
               a
               lusty
               ,
               nasty
               ,
               warming
               fare
               .
            
             
               The
               Ploughmans
               
                 Treacle
                 ,
              
               and
               sole
               Antidote
               ,
            
             
               Let
               in
               the
               Patient
               ,
               cure
               him
               for
               a
               groat
               .
            
             
               Its
               filthy
               
                 Hogon
              
               is
               corrected
               thus
            
             
               Bo●●it
               ,
               t
               is
               not
               so
               odoriferus
               .
            
             
               
                 Lentills
              
               or
               
                 Beans
              
               eat
               after
               it
               do
               lay
            
             
               The
               strong
               Mephitis
               ,
               Mints
               will
               take
               't
               away
            
             
               "
               But
               oh
               the
               proof
               of
               Mowers
               intrailes
               ,
               which
            
             
               "
               Digest
               this
               Plant
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               Horses
               
                 Cich
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 Sorrel
              
               (
               saith
               
                 Rasis
              
               )
               is
               both
               hot
               and
               dry
               ,
            
             
               
                 Gerard
              
               doth
               say
               it
               cools
               (
               
                 undoubtedly
              
               )
            
             
               Exasperates
               the
               stomack
               ,
               by
               which
               fight
            
             
               It
               moves
               it
               to
               a
               grateful
               appetite
               ,
            
             
               In
               Summer
               season
               a
               most
               delicate
               
                 sauce
                 ,
              
            
             
               In
               which
               the
               taste
               doth
               mightily
               rejoyce
            
             
               And
               us'd
               with
               many
               meats
               :
               But
               when
               Saint
               
                 Luke
              
            
             
               Appears
               once
               i'
               th'
               now
               un-red-letter'd
               book
               ,
            
             
               The
               salted
               leggs
               ,
               and
               springs
               of
               slaughter'd
               Swine
            
             
               With
               Sorrel
               sauce
               do
               make
               us
               rarely
               dine
               .
            
             
               To
               those
               abound
               with
               
                 yellow
                 choler
              
               good
            
             
               And
               quencheth
               thirst
               (
               especially
               that
               o'
               th'
               
                 Wood
              
               )
            
             
               If
               p●ssessed
               ,
               the
               inflamed
               blood
               retreats
            
             
               From
               pestilent
               Feavors
               ,
               Agues
               ,
               and
               all
               heats
               .
            
             
               What
               vertue
               have
               the
               seeds
               if
               you
               do
               ask
               ?
            
             
               
                 Drunk
                 in
                 red
                 wine
                 ,
              
               their
               good
               against
               the
               
                 Las●
                 .
              
            
             
             
               Now
               (
               Montebancks
               English
               ,
               or
               〈◊〉
               
                 de
                 France
              
               )
            
             
               Its
               juice
               (
               old
               
                 Avicen
              
               )
               doth
               high
               advance
            
             
               And
               saith
               against
               the
               
                 Tooth
                 Ach
              
               t
               is
               as
               sure
            
             
               As
               any
               
                 Causticks
              
               or
               your
               handkerchieff
               cure
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Diu's
              
               hot
               and
               dry
               ,
               saith
               
                 Isaack
                 ,
              
               refines
            
             
               Ventosities
               ,
               and
               Tumors
               ,
               stept
               in
               wines
            
             
               The
               top's
               of
               Dill
               dryd
               ,
               and
               decocted
               ,
               raise
            
             
               The
               candid
               flood
               i'
               th'
               
                 via
                 lacieas
                 .
              
            
             
               Cleansing
               and
               causing
               milk
               ,
               and
               doth
               remove
            
             
               Its
               windiness
               ,
               
                 Nurses
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Mothers
                 love
                 .
              
            
             
               Provoketh
               urine
               ,
               is
               to
               sperm
               a
               friend
               ,
            
             
               And
               puts
               the
               mounting
               
                 Hickets
              
               to
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               So
               do
               the
               seeds
               smell
               't
               to
               :
               
                 Hippocrates
                 .
              
            
             
               Confounds
               the
               
                 Hicquets
              
               with
               a
               lusty
               
                 sneeze
                 ,
              
            
             
               For
               by
               that
               violent
               
                 stomach-quake
                 ,
              
               all
               meat
            
             
               (
               That
               lay
               offensive
               there
               )
               doth
               change
               its
               seat
               ;
            
             
               Sunned
               ,
               or
               boyld
               in
               oyl
               ,
               it
               mitigates
            
             
               Great
               pains
               ,
               and
               shuts
               up
               
                 Morpheus
              
               heavy
               gates
               ,
            
             
               Allaying
               vapors
               ,
               that
               disturb
               the
               head
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               us
               take
               the
               other
               napp
               at
               bed
               ,
            
             
               No
               less
               affective
               is
               this
               precious
               
                 Dill
              
            
             
               If
               boyld
               in
               wine
               against
               the
               
                 Matrix
              
               ill
               .
            
             
               It
               doth
               disperse
               those
               clouds
               ,
               with
               choak
               ,
               and
               smuther
            
             
               The
               uterm
               vault
               ,
               called
               (
               but
               not
               making
               )
               
                 mother
                 .
              
            
             
               This
               
                 Laus
                 Rei
              
               hitherto
               now
               comes
            
             
               who
               'd
               think
               could
               hurt
               ?
               its
               
                 vitupexiums
                 .
              
            
             
               All
               humane
               good
               is
               mixt
               ;
               wherefore
               be
               wise
            
             
               Use
               not
               daily
               ,
               for
               it
               spoils
               the
               eyes
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Smallage
                 ,
              
               or
               Garden
               
                 Parsley
                 ,
              
               or
               that
               which
            
             
               Delights
               in
               waters
               ,
               or
               the
               banks
               o'
               th'
               Ditch
               .
            
             
               Is
               hot
               ,
               and
               dry
               ,
               but
               yet
               the
               little
               
                 seed
              
            
             
               Above
               the
               
                 leaves
              
               i'
               th'
               qualities
               exceed
               .
            
             
               A
               mighty
               opener
               of
               obstructions
               tough
               ,
            
             
               And
               smooths
               the
               way
               o'
               th'
               
                 ureters
                 ,
              
               when
               rough
               ,
            
             
             
               Provokes
               that
               serious
               tide
               ,
               much
               more
               the
               
                 root
              
            
             
               Boyld
               in
               a
               Broth
               ,
               doth
               put
               the
               bladder
               to
               't
               .
            
             
               The
               root
               ,
               or
               seeds
               in
               clysters
               help
               alone
            
             
               To
               evacuate
               ,
               if
               not
               contuse
               the
               
                 stone
                 .
              
            
             
               It
               lays
               the
               torment
               of
               the
               guts
               ,
               which
               may
            
             
               Be
               done
               by
               
                 Epsam-beer
              
               or
               else
               by
               
                 Whey
                 .
              
            
             
               Most
               excellent
               in
               sauces
               ,
               and
               in
               broth
               ,
            
             
               Parsley
               ,
               and
               butter
               ,
               and
               the
               
                 Table
                 cloth
                 ,
              
            
             
               Are
               half
               the
               charge
               of
               a
               Fish
               dinner
               ;
               so
            
             
               It
               is
               good
               ,
               and
               bad
               sauce
               ,
               the
               
                 caveat
              
               know
               .
            
             
               Then
               as
               in
               
                 Ruartaines
              
               tis
               ,
               and
               
                 Agues
              
               seen
               ,
            
             
               It
               opens
               Liver
               stoppages
               ,
               and
               spleen
               .
            
             
               So
               to
               the
               Vintners
               most
               assiduous
               curses
               ,
            
             
               It
               will
               set
               open
               wide
               your
               Fish-day
               purses
            
             
               Amongst
               its
               mischiefs
               that
               ,
               and
               this
               shall
               lye
            
             
               It
               s
               very
               hurtful
               to
               the
               
                 Epilepsie
                 .
              
            
             
               "
               Which
               sickness
               is
               more
               dangerous
               of
               late
            
             
               "
               To
               fall
               i'
               th'
               street
               ,
               or
               Tavern-fall
               i'
               th'
               State
               ?
            
             
               Or
               age
               ,
               or
               
                 Oruch
              
               (
               for
               both
               words
               do
               hold
               )
            
             
               Are
               
                 moyst
              
               in
               degree
               second
               ,
               in
               first
               
                 cold
                 ,
              
            
             
               A
               Kitchin
               Garden
               Herb
               ,
               for
               the
               pot
               chief
               ,
            
             
               But
               Boyld
               a
               Sallad
               ,
               bellies
               bound
               relief
               ,
            
             
               Nourish
               ,
               and
               Livers
               hot
               gently
               asswage
               ,
            
             
               And
               raw
               ,
               or
               sod
               allay
               a
               guttural
               rage
               ,
            
             
               Or
               inflammation
               in
               the
               throat
               ,
               withall
            
             
               The
               seeds
               in
               Meath
               drank
               ,
               cure
               th'
               
                 Icterical
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Parsneps
               are
               of
               a
               Temper
               
                 hot
                 ,
              
               more
               dry
            
             
               Then
               
                 moyst
                 ,
              
               and
               nourish
               well
               ,
               not
               dainty
               ,
            
             
               A
               thicker
               blood
               create
               ,
               but
               yet
               not
               bad
               ,
            
             
               A
               
                 root
                 spermatick
              
               makes
               a
               
                 Scotchman
              
               mad
               ,
            
             
               Inflative
               too
               ,
               correct
               them
               then
               with
               Pepper
               ,
            
             
               It
               is
               no
               
                 Dulman
                 ,
              
               no
               nor
               nimble
               leaper
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               stomack
               ,
               but
               makes
               wholesome
               stay
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               Stagnant
               
                 Vrine
              
               ridds
               the
               way
               .
            
             
             
               
                 Beets
              
               are
               of
               divers
               colours
               ,
               
                 white
                 ,
                 black
                 ,
                 red
                 ,
              
            
             
               According
               to
               their
               hues
               so
               tempered
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 white
              
               are
               moderately
               moist
               ;
               and
               hot
            
             
               A
               garden
               herb
               good
               for
               the
               pottage
               pot
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 red
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 black
              
               more
               hot
               ,
               abstersive
               all
               ;
            
             
               Because
               compound
               of
               
                 n●tro●s
              
               stuff
               ,
               and
               
                 sal
                 ,
              
            
             
               Whence
               their
               vertue
               
                 Diergertick's
              
               ,
               sed
            
             
               To
               purge
               by
               its
               
                 *
              
               
                 Emunctory
              
               the
               head
               ,
            
             
               Good
               against
               
                 sounds
              
               i'
               th'
               ear
               ,
               and
               the
               tooth
               ach
               ,
            
             
               And
               doth
               the
               
                 Cupidinean
              
               locks
               unlach
               .
            
             
               But
               oh
               the
               riot
               of
               the
               
                 Roman
                 .
                 Be
                 et
              
            
             
               With
               such
               a
               Sallad
               their
               
                 Grand
                 Signior
              
               treat
               ▪
            
             
               Rub
               up
               your
               noddles
               my
               brave
               English
               Cooks
            
             
               And
               make
               our
               
                 red
                 Beet
              
               ;
               that
               excells
               in
               looks
            
             
               Excel
               in
               taste
               :
               what
               can't
               your
               wisdoms
               do
            
             
               With
               Oyl
               and
               Vinegar
               ,
               and
               Pepper
               too
               .
            
             
               Make
               it
               an
               
                 Antidote
              
               (
               my
               
                 cunning
                 men
              
               )
            
             
               And
               then
               you
               jump
               with
               Father
               
                 Avicen
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Borage
               is
               
                 hot
              
               and
               
                 moist
                 ,
              
               i'
               th'
               first
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Or
               set
               i'
               th'
               confins
               of
               each
               quality
               .
            
             
               Both
               
                 hot
              
               and
               
                 cold
                 ,
              
               in
               its
               natural
               poise
               so
               just
               ,
            
             
               That
               neither
               temperature
               exceeds
               it
               trust
               .
            
             
               A
               Plant
               
                 ad
                 Pondus
              
               (
               as
               they
               say
               )
               and
               where
            
             
               You
               find
               such
               ballance
               ,
               the
               proportions
               rare
               .
            
             
               The
               vertues
               eminent
               :
               Have
               you
               no
               courage
               ?
            
             
               At
               any
               time
               revive
               your
               soul
               with
               
                 Borage
                 .
              
            
             
               That
               
                 Azure
                 flower
              
               hath
               in
               't
               a
               soveraign
               gift
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               a
               Sallad
               can
               the
               heart
               up
               lift
               .
            
             
               Good
               against
               either
               choler
               ,
               
                 red
              
               or
               
                 black
              
            
             
               (
               Infus●d
               in
               
                 wine
                 de
                 France
                 ,
              
               or
               nobler
               
                 Sack
                 .
              
               )
            
             
               Sirrup
               of
               Borage
               will
               make
               
                 sad
              
               men
               
                 glad
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               the
               same
               sirrup
               doth
               restore
               the
               
                 mad
                 .
              
            
             
               A
               rare
               receipt
               for
               
                 Bedlam
                 ,
              
               under
               deck
               ,
            
             
               Prisoners
               ,
               or
               my
               companions
               under
               
                 se●
              
               ▪
            
             
               
                 Colo●orts
              
               are
               
                 hot
                 ,
              
               and
               of
               a
               nitrous
               juice
            
             
               By
               the
               first
               they
               
                 bind
                 ,
              
               by
               th'
               latter
               ,
               
                 loose
                 ,
              
            
             
             
               The
               
                 broth
              
               is
               laxative
               ,
               there
               runs
               the
               Salt
               ,
            
             
               Eat
               ,
               
                 without
                 broth
              
               their
               stiptick
               ,
               there
               's
               their
               fault
               .
            
             
               To
               make
               it
               unmalitious
               boyl
               the
               
                 cole
              
            
             
               In
               fountain
               water
               ,
               cast
               it
               away
               whole
               ,
            
             
               Then
               in
               a
               broth
               ,
               where
               vertuous
               pouder
               Beef
            
             
               Is
               boyld
               ,
               boyl
               that
               ,
               
                 Cato
              
               shall
               cry
               it
               chief
            
             
               Of
               meats
               ,
               with
               which
               he
               will
               most
               amply
               dine
               ,
            
             
               And
               frolick
               it
               ,
               and
               lick
               the
               lusty
               wine
            
             
               That
               to
               his
               
                 Crambe
                 ,
                 Caulis
                 ,
              
               or
               our
               
                 coles
              
            
             
               His
               bellies
               debtor
               ,
               and
               his
               jobbernole
               .
            
             
               For
               
                 Colewort
              
               is
               an
               enemy
               toth'
               
                 vine
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               can
               our
               wits
               wine
               forfeited
               refine
               .
            
             
               Then
               
                 Socrates
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Cato
              
               fear
               no
               baggage
            
             
               Nor
               scold
               ,
               take
               to'ther
               bottle
               ,
               to'ther
               Cabbage
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               for
               shaking
               hands
               ,
               and
               dim
               eyes
               good
               ,
            
             
               Forgive
               one
               fault
               of
               melancholy
               blood
               .
            
             
               What
               though
               its
               windy
               ,
               Pepper
               will
               reform
            
             
               That
               tempest
               ,
               and
               appease
               its
               flative
               storm
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Onyons
              
               are
               
                 hot
              
               and
               
                 dry
                 ,
              
               i'
               th'
               fourth
               degree
            
             
               But
               
                 Garlick
              
               doth
               exceed
               i'
               th'
               quality
               .
            
             
               Onyons
               are
               chopt
               into
               three
               several
               sorts
               ,
            
             
               And
               never
               a
               one
               hath
               any
               good
               reports
               .
            
             
               As
               to
               our
               diet
               purpose
               boyld
               their
               best
               ,
            
             
               
                 Raw
              
               eaten
               worst
               ,
               but
               with
               Vinegar
               dre●●
               ▪
            
             
               They
               neither
               heat
               nor
               cool
               ,
               saith
               
                 Rasis
                 ,
              
               how
               ?
            
             
               When
               Vinegar
               both
               vertues
               doth
               allow
               ?
            
             
               So
               ordered
               ,
               they
               inflame
               not
               unto
               thirst
               ,
            
             
               But
               raise
               an
               appetite
               ,
               the
               
                 Carriers
              
               first
            
             
               And
               onely
               
                 sauce
                 ,
              
               his
               
                 snuff
                 ,
              
               for
               the
               squ●●'d
               juice
            
             
               From
               's
               glanderd
               brains
               the
               humor
               will
               produce
               .
            
             
               (
               Good
               for
               his
               Teem
               and
               him
               )
               with
               Vinegar
            
             
               Immixt
               ,
               it
               will
               the
               spotted
               
                 Cutis
                 clear
                 .
              
            
             
               Provoks
               to
               sleep
               ,
               so
               that
               your
               drowsie
               pate
            
             
               Is
               call'd
               most
               pat
               ,
               an
               
                 Onyon
                 head
              
               of
               late
               .
            
             
               But
               yet
               beware
               ,
               my
               friends
               of
               sleep
               ,
               and
               night
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               good
               to
               shut
               your
               eyes
               ,
               but
               
                 nought
                 for
                 sight
                 .
              
            
             
             
               It
               dulls
               the
               senses
               ,
               doth
               infect
               the
               breath
               ;
            
             
               O
               do's
               it
               so
               !
               away
               with
               it
               t
               is
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               
                 Gourd
              
               (
               saith
               
                 Avicen
              
               )
               is
               
                 hot
              
               and
               
                 dry
              
            
             
               (
               Like
               the
               wild
               
                 *
              
               
                 Ci●rul
              
               on
               its
               quality
               .
               )
            
             
               In
               degree
               second
               ,
               and
               its
               vertues
               ,
               these
               ,
            
             
               It
               purgeth
               yellow
               choler
               ,
               disagrees
            
             
               With
               Melancholy
               ;
               wine
               all
               might
               i'
               th'
               Gourd
            
             
               That
               hath
               been
               hous'd
               ,
               purgation
               will
               afford
               .
            
             
               Much
               like
               our
               
                 Melon
                 ,
              
               if
               they
               stand
               ,
               and
               thrive
               ,
            
             
               Are
               good
               to
               make
               the
               body
               laxative
               .
            
             
               
                 Dioscorides
              
               saith
               ,
               that
               the
               
                 gourds
              
               juice
            
             
               Held
               in
               the
               mouth
               ,
               will
               ease
               to
               the
               pain
               produce
            
             
               Of
               Tooth-ache
               .
               Bitter
               it
               is
               of
               Taste
               :
               know
            
             
               Most
               things
               that
               are
               of
               special
               ▪
               good
               ,
               are
               so
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Cumin
              
               is
               hot
               and
               dry
               ,
               saith
               
                 Rasis
                 ,
              
               good
            
             
               Against
               wind
               i'
               th'
               stomach
               ;
               after
               food
            
             
               Taken
               a
               help
               at
               Maw
               ,
               that
               's
               to
               concoct
               ,
            
             
               By'
               ts
               seeds
               dr●nk
               Matrix
               ▪
               and
               the
               guts
               unlock't
               .
            
             
               From
               the
               
                 pain
                 colick●s
              
               the
               result
               is
            
             
               The
               very
               same
               by
               
                 clyster
              
               or
               by
               
                 Pultis
                 .
              
            
             
               With
               Vinegar
               immi●t
               ,
               the
               overflows
            
             
               Call'd
               menstruall
               are
               repuls'd
               ,
               and
               bloody
               nose
               .
            
             
               
                 Secundum
                 artem
              
               handled
               it
               asswages
            
             
               Whatsoever
               swelling●
               in
               the
               
                 scortum
              
               rages
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 Genitals
                 ,
              
               't
               is
               good
               for
               
                 Gouty
              
               joynts
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               procedure
               of
               it
               disappoints
               .
            
             
               Boyld
               with
               inflative
               meats
               ,
               a
               remedy
            
             
               Against
               their
               Genuine
               ventosity
               .
            
             
               What
               would
               you
               more
               ?
               there
               's
               not
               a
               nurse
               nor
               slut
            
             
               But
               knows
               t
               is
               good
               gainst
               Worms
               i'
               th'
               maw
               and
               gut
               .
            
             
               Coming
               again
               we
               shall
               more
               vertue
               find
            
             
               Those
               whom
               the
               
                 Pl●urisie
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 stich
              
               do
               grind
               ,
            
             
               Let
               them
               a
               bag
               of
               
                 Cummin
                 seed
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 sal
              
            
             
               (
               Le-Bay
               )
               quil
               up
               and
               warm
               them
               all
               to
               mal
               .
            
             
             
               Besprinkled
               well
               with
               good
               wine
               Vineger
            
             
               And
               hot
               applyed
               to
               th'
               side
               o
               th'
               sufferer
               ,
            
             
               It
               is
               
                 probatum
                 ,
              
               and
               will
               save
               well
               nigh
            
             
               The
               
                 Pl●u●us
              
               noted
               help
               ,
               
                 Plebotomy
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Fennel
               is
               
                 hot
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 dry
              
               i'
               th'
               third
               degree
               ,
            
             
               The
               seeds
               or
               leaves
               in
               
                 P●●san
              
               made
               ,
               the
               dry
            
             
               Breasts
               do
               replenish
               ,
               and
               those
               hills
               of
               silk
            
             
               And
               snow
               ,
               refurnish
               with
               the
               purest
               milk
               ;
            
             
               Made
               a
               decoction
               they
               cleanse
               the
               
                 reins
                 ,
              
            
             
               Open
               the
               
                 Liver
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               
                 kidney
                 lanes
                 .
              
            
             
               Do
               force
               the
               
                 stone
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 urine
              
               to
               avoid
               .
            
             
               And
               hath
               
                 C●t●dian
                 Feavors
              
               oft
               destroy'd
               .
            
             
               By
               
                 die●retick
              
               faculty
               ,
               now
               tell
            
             
               The
               verses
               made
               on
               
                 Oxford
                 Holowell
                 .
              
            
             
               "
               No
               man
               will
               hurt
               this
               well
               ,
               that
               's
               wise
               ,
            
             
               "
               For
               this
               hurts
               none
               ,
               but
               cures
               the
               eyes
               .
            
             
               So
               
                 Fennel
                 ,
                 Roses
                 ,
                 V●r●●n
                 ,
                 Rue
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Celandine
              
            
             
               Made
               a
               water
               will
               do
               good
               unto
               thy
               eyes
               and
               mine
               .
            
             
               And
               to
               such
               persons
               cover
               to
               be
               lean
               ,
            
             
               
                 Fen●cularis
                 aqua
                 ,
              
               scowres
               them
               clean
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hysope
               is
               
                 hot
              
               saith
               
                 Rasis
                 ,
              
               and
               if
               eaten
            
             
               Or
               into
               powder
               with
               some
               mixtures
               beaten
            
             
               Good
               for
               the
               dark
               of
               sight
               :
               A
               water
               made
            
             
               With
               this
               and
               Figs
               by
               th'
               skillful
               in
               the
               trade
               ,
            
             
               Gurgl●d
               ,
               doth
               unimpostumate
               the
               
                 thro●
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               when
               by
               
                 rheumes
              
               a
               difficulty
               's
               got
            
             
               Of
               swallowing
               ,
               the
               streightned
               passages
            
             
               To
               this
               decoction
               yeilds
               ,
               and
               the
               stops
               cease
            
             
               Lettuce
               is
               
                 cold
              
               to
               th'
               end
               o
               th'
               third
               degree
               ,
            
             
               With
               us
               a
               Sallad
               of
               high
               dignity
               ;
            
             
               
                 Loaf'd
                 ,
              
               and
               unwasht
               is
               best
               ,
               cooles
               the
               chaf't
               blood
               ,
            
             
               For
               
                 sperme
                 ,
              
               for
               
                 milk
                 ,
              
               for
               
                 generation
              
               good
               .
            
             
               But
               not
               the
               seeds
               ,
               they
               'r
               of
               a
               quali●y
            
             
               
                 Anterostical
                 ,
              
               that
               's
               quite
               contrary
               ,
            
             
               It
               doth
               provoke
               to
               
                 urine
              
               and
               to
               sle●p
               ,
            
             
               Naught
               for
               
                 Letharg●ck
              
               pa●es
               :
               this
               Sallad
               keep
               .
            
             
             
               And
               till
               the
               Spring
               ,
               its
               usual
               leaves
               produce
               ,
            
             
               Its
               kindred
               
                 Corn-Sallad
              
               shall
               be
               in
               use
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mints
               in
               degree
               the
               second
               ,
               
                 hot
              
               and
               
                 dry
              
            
             
               I'
               th'
               third
               ,
               saith
               
                 Gerard
                 ,
              
               of
               fam'd
               memory
               .
            
             
               If
               smelt
               unto
               
                 Pliny
              
               the
               Historian
               writes
            
             
               The
               duller
               appetite
               to
               eat
               excites
               .
            
             
               Confortative
               to
               stomack
               ,
               we
               commend
            
             
               It
               in
               burnt
               Claret
               at
               a
               
                 vomits
              
               end
               .
            
             
               It
               stays
               the
               
                 Hi●quets
                 ,
                 Parbrake
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               
                 scowre
              
            
             
               By
               
                 choler
              
               made
               in
               ventricle
               the
               lower
            
             
               Taken
               in
               juice
               of
               sowre
               
                 Pomegranats
              
               :
               So
            
             
               In
               
                 Vineger
              
               if
               
                 upward
              
               blood
               do
               flow
               .
            
             
               In
               
                 broth
              
               if
               boyld
               ,
               
                 Senior
                 Pliny
              
               writes
               ,
            
             
               It
               stays
               the
               blood
               
                 profluvium
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               
                 whites
              
            
             
               Good
               against
               
                 Watry-eye
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 scurfie
                 head
                 ,
              
            
             
               Of
               children
               ,
               and
               any
               tumor
               therein
               bred
               .
            
             
               With
               
                 Honey
              
               and
               
                 Spring
              
               water
               mixt
               it
               cleers
            
             
               Absurd
               obstructions
               of
               
                 surda●ter
                 ears
              
            
             
               Infus'd
               in
               
                 milk
                 ,
              
               against
               a
               
                 mad
                 dogs
                 bite
                 ,
              
            
             
               T
               is
               good
               for
               man
               ,
               but
               hang
               the
               dogg
               out
               right
               .
            
             
               Boyled
               in
               wine
               ,
               and
               vineger
               ,
               
                 alone
              
            
             
               It
               cures
               the
               
                 strangury
              
               and
               
                 Kidneys
                 stone
              
            
             
               Against
               the
               stings
               of
               Waspes
               applied
               ,
               and
               Bees
            
             
               T
               is
               good
               .
               I
               would
               there
               were
               no
               worse
               then
               these
               ?
            
          
           
             
               
                 Cresses
              
               though
               in
               the
               water
               do
               lye
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               are
               of
               temp'rament
               most
               
                 hot
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 dry
                 ,
              
            
             
               Especially
               the
               seeds
               to
               th'
               
                 fourth
                 degree
              
            
             
               A
               Sallad
               ,
               mixt
               with
               Herbal
               company
               ,
            
             
               
                 Virgils
                 moretum
              
               makes
               it
               one
               of
               those
            
             
               Herbs
               ,
               which
               do
               sting
               with
               its
               sharpe
               bite
               the
               nose
               .
            
             
               
               T
               is
               good
               against
               
                 Scarbute
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Scorbuch
                 ,
              
            
             
               Be
               the
               disease
               old
               
                 English
                 ,
              
               or
               new
               
                 Dutch
                 .
              
            
             
               It
               warms
               the
               
                 stomack
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               
                 Liver
              
               clears
            
             
               A●
               by
               the
               cure
               afore
               full
               well
               appears
               .
            
             
             
               For
               gainst
               the
               
                 Scorbute
              
               nothing
               is
               so
               good
            
             
               As
               that
               which
               by
               its
               vertue
               cleers
               the
               blood
               ,
            
             
               It
               cures
               the
               worms
               i'
               th'
               belly
               ,
               not
               the
               head
               ,
            
             
               Not
               in
               a
               
                 sheeps
                 ,
              
               wherein
               a
               long
               ones
               bred
               .
            
             
               Good
               for
               the
               stomack
               saith
               the
               
                 Arab
                 Rasis
                 ,
              
            
             
               But
               
                 Dioscorides
              
               the
               herb
               disgraces
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               that
               vigor
               ,
               but
               commends
               its
               power
            
             
               For
               expediting
               off
               the
               
                 bloody
                 scower
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               though
               it
               hurts
               the
               early
               Embryo
            
             
               It
               doth
               provoke
               to
               that
               ,
               which
               
                 *
              
               made
               it
               so
               :
            
             
               
                 Poppy
              
               is
               
                 white
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 black
                 ,
              
               of
               this
               doth
               come
            
             
               The
               high
               
                 Nercotick
                 ,
              
               dulling
               
                 Opium
                 :
              
            
             
               The
               
                 whites
              
               more
               candid
               ,
               and
               more
               la●dable
               ,
            
             
               This
               causeth
               sleep
               ,
               that
               death
               (
               saith
               
                 Pliny
              
               well
               )
            
             
               Poppy
               both
               seed
               ,
               and
               leaves
               ,
               and
               heads
               are
               cold
               ▪
            
             
               Stays
               Rheumes
               
                 a
                 cerebro
              
               :
               Be
               not
               too
               bold
            
             
               However
               with
               't
               ,
               unless
               it
               tempered
               be
            
             
               With
               good
               allays
               ,
               then
               t
               is
               a
               Remedy
            
             
               Not
               dangerous
               :
               Beware
               ,
               best
               Lady
               ,
               still
            
             
               Of
               herbs
               ,
               that
               do
               some
               good
               ,
               but
               greater
               ill
               .
            
             
               Of
               this
               is
               made
               rare
               
                 Diacodium
                 ,
              
            
             
               The
               wand
               of
               
                 Mercury
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Morpheus
              
               drum
               ,
            
             
               When
               sharp
               diseases
               ,
               and
               malignant
               Feavor
               ,
            
             
               Disturb
               your
               rest
               (
               as
               I
               could
               wish
               it
               never
               )
            
             
               A
               
                 Poppy
                 cawdle
              
               made
               with
               
                 Almond-cream
              
            
             
               Shall
               bind
               the
               senses
               ,
               and
               incline
               to
               dream
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Parsley
              
               is
               
                 hot
              
               i'
               th'
               second
               ,
               
                 dry
              
               i'
               th'
               third
            
             
               Degree
               :
               By
               it
               the
               stagnant
               urin's
               stirr'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               femal
               courses
               fixt
               do
               finde
               their
               way
            
             
               And
               the
               red
               tide
               obeys
               her
               
                 Cynthia
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               
                 seeds
              
               are
               hotter
               then
               the
               
                 leaves
              
               or
               
                 Root
                 ,
              
            
             
               They
               open
               ,
               are
               abstersive
               ,
               and
               drive
               out
            
             
               
                 Aeolian
              
               Blasts
               ,
               and
               stomack-tearing-toind
               ,
            
             
               And
               them
               expel
               at
               fore
               door
               ,
               or
               behind
               .
            
             
             
               I●
               is
               as
               helpful
               to
               the
               
                 stone
                 ,
              
               and
               gaines
            
             
               Credit
               upon
               the
               
                 bladders
              
               grief
               ,
               and
               
                 reins
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               
                 cholick
              
               passion
               is
               appeas'd
               :
               The
               doors
            
             
               The
               little
               doors
               'o
               th
               body
               cal'd
               the
               
                 Pores
                 ,
              
            
             
               It
               
                 opes
                 by
                 sweat
                 ,
              
               and
               makes
               transpire
               such
               
                 vapours
              
            
             
               As
               fume
               the
               house
               ,
               like
               ill
               extinguisht
               tapers
               .
            
             
               It
               purifies
               the
               
                 Liver
              
               ;
               made
               
                 an
                 oyl
              
            
             
               It
               cures
               the
               
                 Morf●e
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               speck'd
               skins
               
                 soyl
              
            
             
               
                 Boyled
                 in
                 Ale
              
               the
               roots
               and
               seeds
               have
               got
            
             
               A
               ●ame
               'gainst
               poysons
               ,
               
                 are
                 an
                 Antidote
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               for
               its
               common
               use
               ,
               there
               's
               scarce
               a
               dish
            
             
               
                 Without
                 this
              
               sauce
               to
               your
               quaint
               Flesh
               or
               Fi●h
            
          
           
             
               
                 Leeks
                 ,
              
               or
               but
               
                 leek
              
               with
               number
               singular
            
             
               E'ne
               which
               you
               like
               ,
               
                 hot
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 dry
              
               temper'd
               are
               ?
            
             
               
                 Rasis
              
               commend●
               ,
               and
               discommends
               the
               plant
            
             
               It
               is
               the
               
                 Appetites
              
               friend
               to
               its
               provant
            
             
               But
               enemy
               to
               th'
               
                 head
              
               which
               it
               doth
               pain
            
             
               And
               fills
               with
               dreams
               malignant
               the
               fum'd
               brain
               ,
            
             
               If
               that
               the
               Fountain
               of
               the
               Body's
               ill
            
             
               (
               The
               
                 head
              
               I
               mean
               )
               let
               Leeks
               grow
               where
               they
               will
            
             
               Except
               on
               thy
               brest-plat
               .
               But
               if
               you
               l
               '
               need
            
             
               Upon
               this
               great
               
                 Extenuator
                 feed
                 ,
              
            
             
               Eat
               them
               with
               
                 Endives
                 ,
                 Purslane
                 ,
                 Lettuces
              
            
             
               Charge
               of
               a
               sallad
               will
               his
               heat
               appease
            
             
               Made
               in
               a
               
                 Lohoc
                 ,
              
               or
               a
               
                 loch
                 ,
              
               with
               Figs
            
             
               With
               
                 Bdellium
                 ,
              
               almonds
               (
               tell
               me
               Dr
               Trigs
            
             
               Must
               they
               be
               blanch'd
               or
               no
               ?
               )
               with
               liquorice
               ▪
            
             
               
                 A
                 quantum
                 sufficit
                 ,
              
               in
               short
               
                 R
                 S.
              
            
             
               With
               candid
               sugar
               ,
               Ana
               ,
               and
               these
               all
            
             
               Boyl'd
               in
               a
               
                 Balneo
                 ,
              
               till
               
                 Syrrupical
                 ,
              
            
             
               Against
               
                 Catarrhes
                 ,
              
               and
               suffocating
               
                 Rheumes
              
            
             
               And
               squinances
               a
               power
               it
               assumes
               .
            
             
               Madam
               you
               'l
               thinke
               I
               
                 cant
                 ,
              
               or
               little
               lack
            
             
               Of
               
                 Iohn
                 Pontaeus
                 ,
              
               or
               an
               English
               Quack
            
             
               The
               Emperour
               
                 Nero
              
               cal'd
               
                 Parrophagus
              
            
             
               That
               's
               
                 Leek
              
               devourer
               ,
               eat
               them
               like
               a
               
                 sus
                 ,
              
            
             
             
               That
               's
               like
               a
               swine
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               cause
               I
               think
            
             
               His
               memory
               unto
               this
               day
               doth
               stink
            
          
           
             
               
                 Purslane
              
               is
               
                 cold
              
               'i
               th
               degree
               third
               ,
               and
               
                 moyst
              
            
             
               In
               second
               :
               For
               stomacks
               by
               much
               wine
               deboyst
            
             
               And
               high
               inflam'd
               is
               good
               ,
               and
               extream
               thirst
            
             
               Purslane
               will
               quench
               (
               when
               if
               your
               belly
               burst
               .
            
             
               With
               water
               ,
               't
               will
               not
               slake
               )
               and
               for
               your
               
                 tooth
              
            
             
               
                 Aking
              
               or
               
                 edge
                 ,
              
               the
               leaves
               are
               good
               forsooth
            
             
               The
               
                 faemal
              
               fluxe
               ,
               and
               of
               
                 Bile
              
               
               
                 rubea
              
            
             
               Or
               any
               flux
               of
               blood
               the
               juice
               will
               stay
            
             
               If
               by
               a
               
                 syringe
              
               you
               the
               same
               minister
            
             
               It
               cures
               the
               
                 Matrix
                 heats
                 ,
              
               the
               
                 Guts
              
               by
               
                 Glister
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               
                 Avicenna
              
               a
               new
               vertue
               starts
            
             
               That
               the
               
                 leaves
              
               rub'd
               are
               med'cine
               'gainst
               the
               
                 Warts
                 ,
              
            
             
               The
               
                 Butchers
              
               'gainst
               the
               
                 Herb-wives
              
               seek
               relief
            
             
               
                 And
                 think
                 that
                 Purslane
              
               will
               put
               down
               
                 raw
                 beefe
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 Radish
                 is
                 hot
                 ,
                 and
                 dry
                 ,
              
               a
               sauce
               of
               course
            
             
               Both
               that
               cal'd
               biting
               ,
               and
               that
               called
               horse
               ,
            
             
               Both
               heavy
               of
               digestion
               ,
               both
               excite
            
             
               Before
               and
               in
               the
               Meal
               the
               appetite
            
             
               The
               
                 leaves
              
               are
               more
               digestive
               then
               the
               root
            
             
               Which
               is
               a
               
                 vomit
                 ,
              
               with
               some
               oxymel
               to
               't
            
             
               It
               cuts
               the
               
                 Flegme
                 ,
              
               and
               by
               it's
               gravity
            
             
               
                 Like
                 cheese
              
               ▪
               it
               make
               our
               victuals
               downward
               ply
            
             
               Water
               of
               
                 Radish
                 ,
                 or
                 horse
                 radish
              
               Ale
            
             
               Is
               good
               for
               
                 urine
                 ,
              
               and
               provokes
               to
               stale
               ,
            
             
               But
               leaves
               a
               
                 ●●gou
              
               so
               
                 distastful
              
               I
            
             
               Wish
               that
               my
               nose
               ,
               my
               palat
               were
               not
               nigh
            
             
               The
               
                 root
              
               with
               
                 Darnel
                 ,
              
               meal
               and
               vineger
            
             
               Of
               wine
               
                 de-●●anch
                 ,
              
               blew
               and
               black
               speeks
               do's
               clear
            
             
               That
               mixt
               with
               
                 salt
              
               (
               saith
               
                 Dioscor●des
              
               )
            
             
               Will
               milk
               in
               dryed
               paps
               ,
               and
               teats
               increase
               ▪
            
             
               
                 Secundum
                 artem
              
               ordered
               makes
               away
            
             
               For
               the
               descension
               of
               
                 the
                 menstrua
              
            
             
             
               And
               mixt
               with
               Vinegar
               hath
               good
               dispatch
            
             
               Against
               
                 Hodontalgia
                 ,
              
               or
               Tooth-ach
               .
            
             
               And
               without
               
                 Rasis
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Hippocrates
              
            
             
               Rind
               on
               ,
               and
               off
               ,
               is
               eaten
               with
               
                 green
              
               cheese
            
          
           
             
               
                 Turnep
              
               (
               saith
               
                 Isaack
              
               )
               's
               
                 moyst
              
               i'
               th'
               first
               degree
            
             
               And
               
                 ●ot
              
               i'
               th'
               second
               ,
               a
               good
               quality
               .
            
             
               
                 Nature
                 consists
                 in
                 hot
                 and
                 moyst
                 .
              
               We
               fall
            
             
               When
               fire
               licks
               up
               the
               humor
               
                 Radical
                 .
              
            
             
               Then
               Turneps
               eat
               ,
               which
               though
               they
               ill
               digest
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Garden
               roots
               they
               are
               accounted
               best
               .
            
             
               It
               makes
               the
               skin
               fair
               as
               it self
               ,
               and
               raises
            
             
               That
               
                 Plimme
                 ,
              
               and
               somewhat
               more
               ,
               and
               yet
               more
               praises
            
             
               For
               Spermatick
               recruits
               it
               gets
               ,
               they
               'r
               all
            
             
               Good
               ,
               
                 long
                 ,
              
               the
               
                 small
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 round
                 ,
              
               which
               bears
               the
               
                 ball
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               
                 sheets
              
               or
               tender
               topps
               for
               Sallads
               use
               ,
            
             
               Boyled
               ,
               they
               do
               belye
               
                 Asparagus
              
               :
            
             
               The
               
                 Commentator
              
               (
               if
               he
               guesseth
               right
               )
            
             
               Affirms
               they
               have
               a
               vertue
               good
               for
               sight
               .
            
             
               And
               
                 Pliny
              
               (
               natures
               great
               Philosopher
               )
            
             
               Saith
               ,
               boyld
               ,
               to
               frigid
               feet
               they
               heat
               confer
               .
            
             
               I
               hold
               with
               
                 Pliny
                 ,
              
               and
               almost
               dare
               swear
            
             
               My
               foot
               a
               boyld
               Turnep
               will
               not
               bear
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               saith
               
                 Dioscorides
                 ,
              
               alone
            
             
               A
               Turnep
               stamp'd
               is
               for
               Kib'd
               heels
               
                 for-bone
                 ,
              
            
             
               To
               made
               an
               Oven
               for
               the
               oyle
               of
               Roses
            
             
               To
               rost
               in
               Embers
               ,
               is
               the
               best
               of
               doses
               .
            
             
               Then
               Turneps
               ,
               
               cry
               man
               ,
               East
               ,
               North
               ,
               West
               and
               South
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               'r
               sold
               ,
               with
               wheelbarrow
               stop
               thy
               mouth
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Rue
              
               is
               both
               
                 hot
              
               and
               
                 dry
                 ,
              
               i'
               th'
               third
               degree
               ,
            
             
               At
               its
               approach
               flys
               cold
               ventosity
               ,
            
             
               And
               clogging
               humors
               jogge
               ,
               it
               doth
               remove
            
             
               The
               sent
               from
               those
               
                 Garlick
              
               and
               
                 Onyons
              
               love
               .
            
             
               The
               Herb
               (
               like
               
                 Sampier
              
               pickled
               )
               helps
               the
               sight
               ,
            
             
               But
               so
               ,
               or
               not
               so
               eat
               ,
               spoiles
               
                 Cupids
              
               fight
               .
            
             
             
               In
               Pestilential
               times
               like
               these
               ,
               if
               you
            
             
               Do
               love
               your
               safety
               ,
               stuff
               your
               nose
               with
               
                 Rue
                 .
              
            
             
               Who
               can
               deny
               what
               
                 Pliny
              
               then
               attests
               ,
            
             
               The
               leaves
               in
               wine
               are
               
                 Antidote
              
               o'
               th'
               best
               .
            
             
               The
               water
               thrice
               distill'd
               ,
               the
               kidneys
               cleanse
               ,
            
             
               And
               send
               all
               sand
               
                 incontinent
                 ,
              
               from
               thence
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Sage
              
               is
               of
               temper
               
                 hot
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 dry
                 ,
              
               the
               School
            
             
               
                 Salernitan
                 ,
              
               concludes
               
                 him
                 for
                 a
                 fool
              
            
             
               That
               dyes
               with
               Sage
               in
               garden
               .
               T
               is
               a
               herb
            
             
               Of
               vertue
               singular
               to
               a
               Proverb
               .
            
             
               And
               in
               its
               name
               are
               high
               
                 auspicia
              
            
             
               Healthful
               and
               soveraign
               that
               is
               
                 *
              
               
                 Salvia
                 .
              
            
             
               Let
               those
               who
               to
               
                 Abortions
              
               subject
               are
            
             
               Make
               this
               same
               prudent
               herb
               their
               constant
               fare
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               it
               doth
               
                 post
                 Partum
                 ,
              
               for
               the
               next
            
             
               Consult
               
                 Agrippas
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Aetius
              
               text
               ,
            
             
               Good
               for
               the
               
                 Matrix
                 ,
              
               and
               its
               tenant
               ,
               naught
            
             
               For
               the
               person
               ,
               who
               ,
               that
               to
               lodge
               there
               brought
               .
            
             
               And
               bridles
               natures
               itch
               :
               Good
               for
               the
               
                 Brains
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               
                 head
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 senses
                 ,
              
               which
               the
               head
               contains
               .
            
             
               And
               how
               in
               Ale
               infus'd
               ,
               and
               brew'd
               ,
               we
               cry
            
             
               It
               up
               ,
               with
               
                 Scabius
                 ,
                 Fennel
                 ,
                 Betony
                 ,
              
            
             
               Apothecaries
               shops
               can
               tell
               ,
               whose
               trade
            
             
               During
               these
               Sage
               Ale
               morning
               draughts
               doth
               fade
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 juice
                 ,
              
               as
               well
               as
               any
               black
               lead
               Combe
            
             
               Where
               
                 white
              
               hairs
               are
               ,
               will
               make
               the
               black
               ones
               come
               .
            
             
               And
               
                 Macer
              
               saith
               ,
               that
               Pulveris'd
               ,
               it
               takes
            
             
               Away
               the
               venemous
               bites
               of
               poysonous
               Snakes
               .
            
             
               How
               in
               our
               late
               malignant
               Feavors
               we
            
             
               Account
               
                 Sage
                 possets
              
               a
               grand
               remedy
               ,
            
             
               The
               Country
               cures
               can
               speak
               :
               Then
               for
               a
               
                 stich
              
            
             
               Or
               
                 Pleurisie
              
               t
               is
               poormans
               
                 cure
                 ,
              
               and
               rich
            
             
               If
               in
               a
               wooden
               dish
               with
               coals
               the
               leaves
            
             
               Be
               dry'd
               ,
               Vineger
               aspers'd
               ,
               it
               nere
               deceives
               .
            
             
               No
               maid
               nor
               man
               Cook
               (
               unless
               fool
               by
               Age
               )
            
             
               Will
               dress
               a
               Pigg
               and
               not
               i'
               th'
               sauce
               have
               Sage
               .
            
             
             
               
                 Spinach
              
               is
               
                 cold
              
               and
               
                 moyst
                 ,
              
               so
               temperate
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 lungs
                 ,
              
               the
               
                 throat
                 ,
              
               the
               
                 stomach
              
               gratulate
               .
            
             
               This
               wholesome
               pot
               herb
               ,
               which
               doth
               exercise
            
             
               His
               lonosing
               vertues
               'gainst
               the
               bellies
               ties
               .
            
             
               Will
               it
               untie
               the
               bound
               ?
               such
               recipes
            
             
               Restrained
               persons
               will
               extreamly
               please
               .
            
             
               ●t
               breeds
               but
               little
               ,
               yet
               good
               nourishment
            
             
               We
               give
               't
               in
               Feavors
               to
               a
               good
               intent
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               as
               good
               success
               ,
               if
               you
               herbs
               mate
            
             
               Alike
               ,
               both
               
                 open
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Refr●gerate
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 Mushroms
                 ,
                 or
                 Toadstools
                 ,
              
               off-spring
               of
               the
               earth
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               of
               Trees
               a
               
                 puffy
                 spungy
                 birth
                 .
              
            
             
               Are
               unto
               danger
               cold
               and
               moyst
               ,
               if
               eat
               ,
            
             
               And
               raw
               cold
               pituitous
               blood
               beget
               .
            
             
               Those
               whose
               concavities
               are
               
                 red
                 ,
              
               are
               worst
               ,
            
             
               Let
               those
               feed
               on
               them
               to
               the
               
                 Colick
              
               curst
               .
            
             
               Pepper
               and
               Oyl
               ,
               and
               Salt
               ,
               nay
               all
               Cooks
               Art
            
             
               Can
               no
               way
               wholsemness
               to
               them
               impart
               .
            
             
               What
               Doctor
               
                 Butler
              
               said
               of
               
                 Cucumber
                 ,
              
            
             
               Of
               these
               
                 ground-bucklers
                 ,
              
               we
               the
               same
               aver
               .
            
             
               Dress
               them
               with
               care
               ,
               then
               to
               the
               dunghil
               throw'um
            
             
               A
               hogg
               wont
               touch
               um
               ,
               if
               he
               rightly
               know
               um
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Toadstools
              
               are
               worse
               then
               Mushromes
               of
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               a
               poysonous
               quality
               confound
               :
            
             
               A
               
                 pappy
                 ,
                 viscous
                 ,
                 gross
                 ,
                 cold
              
               substance
               can
            
             
               Here
               finde
               no
               praise
               ,
               nor
               i'
               th'
               
                 Salernitan
              
               :
            
             
               These
               four
               are
               signs
               of
               Death
               ,
               saith
               
                 Isaack
                 ,
              
            
             
               (
               An
               old
               
                 Arabian
                 ,
              
               and
               no
               late-sprung
               Quack
               )
            
             
               Which
               if
               you
               cut
               i'
               th'
               middle
               ,
               and
               let
               lye
            
             
               Till
               morn
               ,
               you
               shall
               their
               putrid
               state
               descry
               .
            
             
               But
               oh
               the
               praises
               of
               the
               
                 Roman
              
               wits
               :
            
             
               
                 Meat
                 for
                 the
                 gods
                 ,
              
               the
               Emperors
               choise
               bits
               .
            
             
               
                 Poets
              
               and
               
                 Cooks
              
               are
               
                 friends
                 ,
              
               and
               no●
               at
               odds
               ▪
            
             
               I
               joyn
               ,
               and
               say
               they
               'r
               meat
               too
               
                 for
                 such
                 gods
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXXI
             .
             And
             first
             of
             FIGS
             .
          
           
             
               PReposterous
               !
               
                 Figs
              
               before
               
                 Apples
              
               plac'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               Diet
               's
               false
               ,
               and
               all
               the
               Work
               disgrac'd
               .
            
             
               Who
               
               marshals
               in
               the
               fruit
               ?
               a
               Squire
               ,
               't
               may
               be
               ,
            
             
               But
               yet
               no
               Apple-squire
               you
               plainly
               see
               .
            
             
               A
               
                 fig
              
               for
               such
               a
               Squire
               :
               
                 Madam
                 ,
              
               with
               leave
            
             
               You
               shall
               our
               Reasons
               for
               our
               Figs
               receive
               .
            
             
               '
               Both
               are
               coaevous
               fruits
               of
               
                 Edens
              
               earth
               ,
            
             
               '
               The
               Fig
               and
               Apple
               don't
               contend
               for
               birth
               ;
            
             
               '
               Onely
               the
               Apple
               ,
               to
               
                 one
              
               Sexes
               shame
               ,
            
             
               '
               Had
               the
               misfortune
               of
               the
               leading
               name
               .
            
             
               That
               fruit
               is
               inauspicious
               to
               your
               kind
               ,
            
             
               And
               purposely
               I
               plac'd
               the
               dish
               behind
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               being
               percht
               into
               the
               upper
               place
               ,
            
             
               You
               would
               not
               think
               't
               a
               
                 Banquet
                 ,
              
               but
               
                 disgrace
              
               :
            
             
               Think
               you
               I
               should
               quick
               
                 Atalanta
              
               please
            
             
               With
               
                 golden
                 Apples
                 ,
              
               whilst
               
                 Hippomanes
              
            
             
               With
               Laurel
               crown'd
               ,
               revives
               the
               fatal
               story
            
             
               Of
               her
               deluded
               soul
               and
               long
               lost
               glory
               ?
            
             
               Give
               place
               then
               exprobrating
               fruit
               ,
               and
               come
            
             
               Thou
               
                 Cover-shame
                 ,
              
               old
               
                 Fig-tree
                 ,
              
               in
               the
               Room
               :
            
             
               Though
               men
               of
               all
               the
               fruit
               ,
               that
               hangs
               o'
               th'
               tree
               ,
            
             
               Should
               love
               none
               less
               for
               your
               obscurity
               :
            
             
               For
               by
               its
               leaves
               we
               lost
               the
               precious
               sight
            
             
               Of
               that
               which
               is
               the
               masculine
               delight
               .
            
             
               
                 Figs
                 ,
              
               either
               
                 green
              
               or
               
                 dry
                 ,
              
               do
               cleanse
               the
               sand
            
             
               From
               that
               streight
               Quarter
               ,
               where
               the
               reins
               command
               .
            
             
               Windy
               when
               
                 green
                 ,
              
               but
               then
               are
               laxative
               ,
            
             
               
                 Dry
              
               they
               do
               nourish
               ,
               make
               the
               body
               thrive
               ,
            
             
               And
               warm
               the
               blood
               ,
               but
               an
               excessive
               use
            
             
               (
               '
               As
               all
               exceedings
               turn
               unto
               abuse
               )
            
             
             
               Does
               cause
               the
               Itch
               and
               Lice
               ,
               but
               yet
               you
               may
            
             
               Give
               Wormwood
               in
               a
               Fig
               ,
               for
               all
               I
               say
               .
            
             
               So
               much
               saith
               
                 Rasis
                 ,
              
               hear
               what
               
                 Isaak
              
               saith
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               a
               few
               Figs
               y'
               have
               two
               Physitians
               ,
               faith
               .
               )
            
             
               If
               that
               you
               eat
               them
               fasting
               ,
               when
               all
               's
               clear
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               crude
               humours
               in
               the
               stomack
               reer
               ,
            
             
               They
               make
               
                 digestion
              
               noble
               ,
               cleanse
               the
               
                 breast
                 ,
              
            
             
               The
               
                 lungs
                 ,
              
               the
               
                 reins
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 stones
              
               
                 (a)
              
               
                 membranous
                 nest
                 ,
              
            
             
               Hath
               it
               no
               other
               vertue
               ?
               this
               in
               summe
               ,
            
             
               Roasted
               't
               is
               good
               for
               an
               impostum'd
               gumme
               .
            
             
               
                 Dates
              
               are
               in
               temper
               like
               to
               
                 Figs
                 ,
              
               that
               's
               
                 dry
              
            
             
               And
               
                 moist
                 ,
              
               but
               nourish
               not
               (
               so
               cleverly
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               may
               say
               )
               if
               often
               eat
               ,
               they
               cause
            
             
               Gross
               blood
               ,
               and
               both
               infect
               the
               teeth
               and
               jaws
               ;
            
             
               Provoke
               to
               urine
               ,
               but
               do
               swell
               the
               S●leen
            
             
               And
               Liver
               ,
               and
               the
               blood
               turn
               all
               to
               flegm
               .
            
             
               Still
               worse
               and
               worse
               ;
               then
               take
               them
               
                 Oxford
                 Kate
              
            
             
               For
               Marrow-pies
               ,
               with
               me
               they
               'r
               out
               of
               date
               .
            
             
               
                 Grapes
              
               are
               less
               
                 hot
              
               then
               
                 Dates
                 ,
              
               a
               luscious
               fruit
               ,
            
             
               And
               its
               alliance
               blood
               doth
               streight
               recruit
               ,
            
             
               Fattens
               the
               body
               ,
               and
               extends
               one
               part
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               we
               need
               not
               wicked
               helps
               ,
               nor
               Art
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 thinner
              
               coated
               Grapes
               do
               the
               less
               harm
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               themselves
               be
               slender
               clad
               ,
               will
               warm
               .
            
             
               They
               all
               are
               windy
               ,
               so
               are
               bellows
               ,
               yet
            
             
               Both
               these
               and
               they
               will
               fires
               and
               flame
               beget
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 sweet
                 Grape
                 fattens
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               
                 sharp
              
               makes
               
                 lean
                 ,
              
            
             
               Infrigidates
               ,
               if
               steep'd
               in
               water
               clean
               .
            
             
               
                 Sowre
                 Grapes
              
               are
               very
               cold
               ,
               the
               belly
               bind
               ,
            
             
               By
               them
               the
               
                 yellow
                 bile
              
               and
               
                 blood
                 's
              
               confin'd
               .
            
             
               P●e●s'd
               
                 Grapes
              
               and
               
                 Raisons
              
               are
               of
               temperate
               heat
               ,
            
             
               A
               nourishing
               fruit
               ,
               plau●●ble
               and
               neat
               ;
            
             
               Good
               'gainst
               ob●●ructive
               coughs
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               
                 Phthisis
                 ,
              
            
             
               Steept
               a
               whole
               night
               in
               
                 Sack
              
               do
               strange
               devices
               .
            
             
               Fruit
               of
               
                 Granado
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Pomgranates
                 ,
              
               are
            
             
               Both
               
                 sweet
              
               and
               
                 sowre
              
               ;
               both
               small
               nourishers
               ▪
            
             
             
               The
               
                 sweet
              
               are
               rather
               
                 hot
              
               then
               
                 cold
                 ,
              
               dispence
            
             
               Swellings
               and
               thirst
               ,
               to
               Agues
               an
               offence
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 sowre-sharp
                 Granate
              
               cooleth
               ,
               dries
               ,
               and
               binds
               ,
            
             
               Those
               
                 flux-oppress'd
              
               his
               noble
               vertue
               finds
               :
            
             
               In
               
                 Morbus
                 Cholera
              
               a
               present
               cure
               ,
            
             
               'Gainst
               either
               evacuation
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Syrrup
               ,
               Conserves
               ,
               make
               with
               Art
               ,
               and
               know
            
             
               It
               is
               
                 ubique
              
               good
               above
               ,
               below
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               
                 ●aundice
                 ,
              
               if
               its
               juice
               you
               try
               ,
            
             
               None
               shall
               say
               long
               ,
               that
               
                 yellow
                 is
                 your
                 eye
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Quince
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Cydonean
                 apple
                 's
              
               cold
               and
               dry
               ,
            
             
               Like
               to
               the
               former
               
                 (a)
              
               
                 Punick
              
               in
               degree
               .
            
             
               Second
               ,
               o●sweet
               
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 sowre
                 ,
              
               they
               'r
               binders
               stout
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 sow●e
              
               are
               most
               
                 restrictive
              
               without
               doubt
               ;
            
             
               They
               rouze
               the
               appetite
               ,
               they
               bind
               and
               loose
               :
            
             
               How
               's
               that
               ?
               both
               fast
               and
               loose
               ?
               we
               will
               us
               pose
               ▪
            
             
               The
               empty
               stomack
               it
               doth
               bind
               ,
               you
               'l
               say
            
             
               It
               night
               ▪
               where
               nothing
               is
               to
               send
               away
               .
            
             
               But
               ea●
               Quince
               after
               a
               
                 full
                 meal
                 ,
              
               anon
            
             
               It
               shall
               〈◊〉
               down
               and
               send
               to
               m'
               
                 uncle
                 ●ohn
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 Raw
              
               not
               so
               good
               as
               
                 roast
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 bak●d
                 ,
              
               by
               Art
            
             
               It
               i●
               convey'd
               in
               every
               Apple-tart
               ;
            
             
               
                 Costive
              
               by
               quality
               ,
               and
               therefore
               is
               
                 Elixir
                 ,
              
            
             
               Where
               
                 Vomitings
              
               ▪
               o●Lasks
               
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 bloody
                 flix
              
               are
               :
            
             
               Against
               immoderate
               
                 Me●ses
              
               good
               ,
               and
               ●uch
            
             
               Who
               blood
               from
               head
               ,
               or
               stomack
               vomit
               much
               .
            
             
               But
               hear
               what
               
                 Simeon
                 Sethi
              
               sayes
               ,
               if
               woman
            
             
               Pregnant
               ,
               do
               make
               of
               Quinces
               a
               food
               common
               ,
            
             
               She
               shall
               bring
               forth
               wise
               and
               discreet
               sons
               ;
            
             
               '
               Eat
               Quinces
               ,
               Ladies
               ,
               bring
               forth
               Solomons
               .
            
             
               
                 Peares
              
               are
               all
               
                 cold
                 ,
              
               of
               binding
               quality
               ,
            
             
               Both
               
                 sweet
              
               and
               
                 sowre
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 choak-pear
              
               belly-tie
               ,
            
             
               Unle●s
               in
               
                 post-ca●es
              
               eaten
               ,
               then
               they
               do
            
             
               As
               Quinces
               ,
               which
               like
               them
               are
               costive
               too
               :
            
             
               Eaten
               with
               
                 Toad-stools
                 ,
              
               or
               with
               
                 Mushromes
                 ,
              
               they
            
             
               Lose
               their
               restringency
               ,
               and
               pass
               away
               .
            
             
             
               Eight
               sorts
               of
               
                 civil
              
               Pears
               ,
               beside
               the
               
                 wild
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Gerard
              
               hath
               told
               in
               's
               
                 Herbal
              
               well
               compil'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 Katherine
              
               call'd
               the
               
                 proud
              
               ;
               and
               
                 James
              
               his
               Pear
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 Burgomot
                 ,
              
               or
               the
               
                 Palati●er
                 ,
              
            
             
               The
               
                 Royal
              
               Pear
               ,
               and
               
                 Bishops
              
               Pear
               ,
               and
               had
            
             
               He
               found
               a
               
                 Lower-house
                 pear
              
               (
               though
               ne're
               so
               bad
               )
            
             
               I
               durst
               profess
               
                 ●ohnson
                 ,
              
               and
               he
               had
               
                 meant
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 make
                 of
                 Pears
                 ,
              
               and
               Peers
               a
               Parliament
               :
            
             
               Apples
               ,
               saith
               
                 Rasis
                 ,
              
               are
               restringent
               all
               ,
            
             
               Both
               sweet
               and
               sowre
               ;
               the
               Salern
               School
               will
               call
            
             
               Th'
               
                 Arab
              
               to
               account
               ,
               since
               't
               is
               
                 d●ctatum
                 ,
              
            
             
               '
               Post
               pyra
               da
               po●u●
               ,
               post
               pomum
               vade
               cacatum
               .
            
             
               
                 Gocl●vius
              
               help
               to
               reconcile
               this
               
                 Pique
                 ,
              
            
             
               Or
               else
               we
               must
               no
               more
               of
               Apples
               speak
            
             
               Then
               thus
               ;
               Apples
               are
               windy
               ,
               if
               you
               eat
            
             
               Them
               with
               Annise
               seeds
               ,
               or
               such
               like
               good
               meat
               ;
            
             
               So
               Apples
               spic'd
               ,
               and
               made
               a
               good
               
                 Lambs
                 wooll
                 ,
              
            
             
               (
               As
               saith
               
                 Salerna
              
               )
               set
               us
               to
               the
               stool
               .
            
             
               
                 Sweet
                 smelling
                 Apples
              
               are
               restorative
               ,
            
             
               Pluckt
               from
               their
               mother
               they
               do
               shorte●
               live
               ▪
            
             
               Bak'd
               in
               a
               Pie
               with
               Quinces
               'mongst
               them
               cut
               ,
            
             
               They
               do
               the
               appetite
               to
               's
               business
               Put.
               
            
             
               But
               frequent
               eating
               weakeneth
               the
               nerves
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               you
               use
               the
               syrrup
               or
               conserves
               :
            
             
               I
               have
               a
               
                 *
              
               Doctor's
               ,
               and
               a
               learned
               one'S
            
             
               word
               for
               't
               ,
               that
               eat
               ,
               they
               mitigate
               the
               stone
               :
            
             
               So
               though
               an
               Apple
               were
               the
               first
               fruit
               ill
            
             
               It
               keeps
               the
               
                 Ladies
              
               at
               their
               closets
               still
               .
            
             
               '
               An
               excellent
               revenge
               ,
               for
               this
               bad
               food
               ,
            
             
               '
               By
               
                 your
              
               rare
               skill
               
                 preserv'd
                 ,
                 conserv'd
                 ,
              
               is
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Peaches
              
               are
               
                 cold
              
               and
               
                 moist
              
               in
               degree
               second
               ,
            
             
               A
               very
               fruitless
               fruit
               ,
               and
               dangerous
               reckon'd
               :
            
             
               If
               eaten
               after
               meat
               ,
               it
               hath
               a
               quality
            
             
               
                 Corruptive
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               
                 chile
              
               doth
               
                 putrifie
                 ,
              
            
             
             
               In
               Sack
               imbib'd
               ,
               what
               will
               not
               Sack
               make
               good
               ?
            
             
               They
               are
               admitted
               ,
               but
               
                 before
              
               your
               
                 food
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Unripe
              
               they
               'r
               costive
               ,
               
                 Ripe
              
               they
               'r
               
                 laxative
              
               :
            
             
               '
               No
               man
               by
               Peach
               (
               in
               any
               sense
               )
               did
               live
               ;
            
             
               The
               Peach
               
                 D'
                 Avant
                 ,
              
               that
               's
               call'd
               
                 praecocia
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               Roman
               tongue
               called
               
                 Persica
                 ,
              
            
             
               Are
               ●alatsome
               ,
               the
               
                 nausea's
              
               abated
            
             
               By
               
                 them
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 fit
              
               the
               fruit
               should
               be
               translated
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Medlars
                 ,
              
               saith
               
                 Isaac
                 ,
              
               are
               both
               
                 cold
              
               and
               
                 dry
              
            
             
               I'
               th'
               first
               degree
               ,
               fam'd
               for
               astringency
               :
            
             
               Especially
               
                 Medlar
                 the
                 dwarf
                 ,
              
               procure
            
             
               The
               
                 Gyant-Medlar
                 ,
              
               that
               's
               a
               
                 Hector
              
               sure
               .
            
             
               Strengthens
               the
               stomack
               ,
               and
               like
               
                 Hercules
              
            
             
               Allayes
               the
               tumults
               and
               the
               raging
               seas
            
             
               Of
               yellow
               Bile
               ,
               by
               two
               commotions
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 G●zzards
                 glimmering
              
               call'd
               in
               strange
               notion
               ,
            
             
               A
               report
               goes
               ,
               saith
               
                 Dioscorides
                 ,
              
            
             
               That
               Medlars
               eaten
               do
               the
               
                 tooth-ach
              
               ease
               .
            
             
               
                 Gerard
              
               assures
               ,
               that
               by
               the
               kernels
               bruis'd
            
             
               
                 Gravel
              
               and
               
                 urine
                 's
              
               purg'd
               ,
               the
               
                 stone
              
               contus'd
               :
            
             
               Thy
               
                 English
              
               
                 (a)
              
               
                 nick-name
              
               doth
               so
               much
               divine
               ;
            
             
               But
               were
               it
               so
               ,
               the
               
                 Drug
                 gifts
              
               would
               repine
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Aprecocks
              
               in
               my
               Authors
               are
               not
               found
               ,
            
             
               I
               shall
               transplant
               them
               from
               our
               
                 Gerards
              
               ground
               :
            
             
               Alike
               in
               nature
               to
               the
               Peach
               ,
               so
               may
            
             
               
                 Praecocia
              
               be
               the
               same
               with
               
                 Praecoqua
                 .
              
            
             
               We
               'r
               at
               a
               loss
               ,
               
                 Iohnson
              
               and
               
                 Gerard
              
               both
            
             
               Know
               not
               their
               vertues
               (
               no
               nor
               I
               in
               troth
               .
               )
            
             
               '
               Preserve
               on
               Ladies
               ,
               howsoe're
               ,
               't
               is
               good
            
             
               '
               Presum'd
               ,
               untill
               't
               is
               hurtfull
               understood
               .
            
          
           
             
               Citrons
               ,
               Pomecitrons
               ,
               Lemons
               ,
               Oranges
               ,
            
             
               Are
               odoriferous
               and
               the
               scent
               please
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               from
               
                 Eden
                 ,
                 Media
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Italy
                 ,
              
            
             
               Or
               his
               dominions
               ,
               on
               whom
               both
               Suns
               lye
               ;
            
             
             
               The
               
                 Catholick
                 Kings
                 Hispania's
                 ,
              
               they
               proceed
            
             
               The
               Earth
               don't
               rarer
               fruit
               nor
               fragrant
               breed
               ;
            
             
               Delitious
               to
               the
               eye
               ,
               sweet
               to
               the
               nose
               ;
            
             
               'T
               is
               thought
               the
               fruit
               that
               
                 Adam
              
               did
               depose
            
             
               From
               his
               high
               Paradise
               ,
               un●o●thy
               wa●e
               ,
            
             
               '
               And
               sad
               exchange
               !
               had
               it
               been
               ne're
               so
               rare
               :
            
             
               Le
               ts
               search
               it
               ▪
               ve●tues
               ,
               for
               our
               Mother
               
                 Eve
              
            
             
               Its
               outside
               glory
               could
               not
               so
               deceive
               :
            
             
               Though
               by
               the
               eye
               much
               mischief
               is
               conveigh'd
               ,
            
             
               '
               Those
               eyes
               ,
               those
               eyes
               ,
               cry'd
               the
               just
               yielding
               Maid
               .
            
             
               Then
               what
               magnetick
               force
               convinc'd
               that
               soul
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               the
               Monarch
               of
               the
               World
               controul
               ,
            
             
               And
               mov'd
               his
               ca●tiv'd
               ●a●●ions
               to
               a
               deed
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               set
               an
               edge
               his
               long
               traducted
               seed
               ?
            
             
               Was
               it
               the
               Rinds
               ●weet
               smell
               ?
               My
               
                 Py●●ha
              
               
                 *
              
               knew
            
             
               'T
               was
               bitter
               ,
               hot
               ,
               and
               dry
               for
               all
               its
               h●e
               )
            
             
               '
               Children
               are
               caught
               with
               Pictures
               :
               Vas
               't
               the
               juyce
               ?
            
             
               My
               Grandam
               knew
               '
               tw●s
               sowre
               ,
               and
               knew
               its
               use
               ;
            
             
               Knew
               the
               seed
               bitte●
               ,
               of
               like
               quality
            
             
               With
               the
               odorous
               rin●s
               ;
               she
               would
               not
               dye
            
             
               For
               
                 Coloquintida
              
               ;
               what
               though
               she
               knew
            
             
               It
               had
               hid
               vertue
               poyson
               to
               subdue
               ?
            
             
               Ah
               but
               the
               venom
               of
               that
               crafty
               Beast
            
             
               That
               circled
               'bout
               he
               Tree
               ,
               and
               stung
               her
               breast
            
             
               Wo●se
               then
               the
               〈◊〉
               did
               
                 Cleo●atra
              
               :
               not
            
             
               Mi●h
               idatu●
               ,
               Tri●cles
               ,
               not
               Antidote
            
             
               Sufficient
               to
               ex●el
               :
               He
               whisper'd
               Death
               ,
            
             
               And
               conv●igh'd
               H●ll
               in
               a
               soft
               ,
               gentle
               ,
               b●eath
               ,
            
             
               Lesse
               could
               the
               ho●es
               of
               kee●ing
               ever
               fair
            
             
               (
               For
               Citron
               juyce
               ,
               for
               that
               is
               highly
               rare
               )
            
             
               Corru●t
               her
               judgment
               ,
               whose
               tran●parent
               skin
            
             
               Was
               glass
               unto
               her
               nobler
               thoughts
               within
               .
            
             
               '
               That
               is
               the
               least
               of
               Beauty
               ,
               that
               o'
               th
               ●lass
               ;
            
             
               '
               But
               since
               her
               fall
               ,
               is
               all
               that
               's
               left
               alass
               !
            
             
               No
               the
               same
               Ap●le
               by
               its
               
                 Proxie
              
               told
            
             
               Of
               s●range
               Omniscience
               ,
               
                 *
              
               Never
               being
               old
               :
            
             
             
               '
               These
               were
               sure
               baits
               ;
               since
               't
               was
               her
               fate
               to
               fall
               ,
            
             
               '
               She
               fell
               not
               like
               a
               Fool
               ;
               't
               was
               gallant
               all
               .
            
             
               Mulberryes
               ,
               cold
               and
               dry
               i'
               th
               third
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Ri●e
               make
               the
               belly
               moi●t
               ,
               and
               lenifie
               ,
            
             
               Passe
               quickly
               out
               of
               stomack
               ,
               or
               else
               have
            
             
               A
               pu●refaction
               ,
               and
               there
               find
               a
               grave
               .
            
             
               Their
               juyce
               is
               like
               the
               tast
               of
               Wine
               ,
               and
               will
            
             
               Asswage
               the
               heat
               of
               any
               
                 guttural
                 ill
              
               :
            
             
               With
               
                 Album
                 graecum
              
               mix'd
               ,
               and
               gargled
               ,
               cure
            
             
               Again●t
               Squinancies
               ,
               and
               throat-Calenture
               .
            
             
               Infus'd
               in
               Fountain-water
               thirst
               remove
               ,
            
             
               Ta●ne
               before
               meat
               th'
               appetite
               improve
               .
            
             
               By
               stiptick
               quality
               they
               'r
               very
               good
            
             
               Against
               all
               Fluxes
               of
               luxuriant
               blood
               .
            
             
               Madam
               ,
               let
               none
               offend
               this
               prudent
               Tree
               ,
            
             
               Which
               blooms
               not
               till
               old
               Winters
               gusts
               do
               flye
               ;
            
             
               Reserves
               its
               juyce
               within
               its
               principal
               ,
            
             
               Wise
               as
               the
               Creature
               which
               it
               feeds
               ;
               for
               all
            
             
               The
               bitter
               season
               of
               the
               year
               ,
               his
               guest
            
             
               The
               Silk-worm
               keeps
               within
               its
               downy
               nest
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               Provisions
               on
               the
               Tree
               appear
            
             
               He
               doth
               unwind
               himself
               ,
               and
               fals
               to
               's
               chear
               :
            
             
               So
               may
               your
               Ladyship
               passe
               out
               of
               dore
               ,
            
             
               And
               feed
               on
               them
               under
               a
               Sycamore
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               umbratile
               leaves
               will
               let
               no
               Sun
            
             
               Hurt
               your
               Silk-gown
               ,
               by
               its
               namesake
               Creatures
               spun
               .
            
             
               Plumms
               ,
               saith
               old
               
                 Isaac
                 ,
              
               are
               both
               black
               ,
               and
               white
               ,
            
             
               And
               red
               ,
               and
               many
               colour'd
               for
               delight
               :
            
             
               They
               'r
               cold
               in
               general
               ,
               and
               moist
               ,
               do
               loose
            
             
               The
               belly
               ,
               yellow
               Bile
               drive
               out
               o'
               th
               house
               .
            
             
               If
               eaten
               ,
               as
               we
               use
               at
               
                 Barthol'mew-tide
                 ,
              
            
             
               Hand
               over
               head
               ,
               that
               's
               without
               care
               or
               guide
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               a
               Patient
               sure
               ;
               Physitians
               sums
            
             
               Have
               never
               quicker
               Counters
               then
               these
               Plums
               .
            
             
               If
               you
               will
               needs
               be
               at
               it
               before
               Dinner
               ,
            
             
               Eat
               and
               be
               regular
               ,
               no
               Diet-sinner
               :
            
             
             
               Or
               else
               they
               putrifie
               ,
               and
               breed
               diseases
               ;
            
             
               Wherefore
               in
               times
               of
               
                 Plague
              
               it
               alwayes
               pleases
            
             
               The
               
                 prudent
                 Magistrate
              
               t'
               inhibit
               
                 fruit
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               
                 Dogs
              
               and
               
                 Hogs
                 ,
              
               which
               all
               are
               helpers
               to
               't
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               
                 Damson
              
               or
               
                 plum
                 Damascene
              
               is
               best
               ,
            
             
               Plums
               that
               are
               dry'd
               give
               to
               a
               welcome
               Guest
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               I
               sup
               or
               dine
               ,
               it
               well
               shall
               please
               ,
            
             
               If
               that
               the
               Buttle●
               eat
               those
               Services
               .
            
          
           
             
               Cherries
               (
               who
               'd
               think
               it
               !
               Yeomanry
               of
               
                 Kent
              
            
             
               It
               is
               enough
               to
               lose
               your
               half
               years
               rent
               )
            
             
               Are
               all
               unwholsome
               ,
               generate
               bad
               blood
               ,
            
             
               Viscous
               and
               flegmatick
               ,
               a
               feavorish
               food
               .
            
             
               The
               tarter
               tasted
               are
               the
               best
               ,
               although
            
             
               The
               sweeter
               at
               a
               greater
               price
               do
               go
               .
            
             
               But
               
                 Galen
              
               in
               his
               sage
               formality
            
             
               Must
               yield
               ,
               if
               
                 Round-cap
                 Cherry
                 ripe
              
               do
               cry
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Almonds
              
               ;
               the
               sweet
               are
               temperate
               ,
               the
               bitter
            
             
               Better
               ,
               and
               for
               Physical
               uses
               fitter
               :
            
             
               Their
               moderate
               heat
               and
               oyly
               juice
            
             
               Doth
               lenifie
               the
               throat
               ,
               yet
               they
               refu●e
            
             
               To
               pass
               the
               stomack
               ,
               unless
               sugar'd
               well
               ;
            
             
               Then
               urine
               and
               obstructions
               they
               expel
               ,
            
             
               And
               sperm
               augment
               :
               
                 unskinn'd
              
               they
               nourish
               worse
               ,
            
             
               Their
               coats
               ,
               like
               b●an
               ,
               a
               passage
               for
               them
               force
               .
            
             
               
                 Skinn'd
              
               they
               are
               
                 stiptick
                 ,
              
               and
               ●erform
               good
               task
               ,
            
             
               When
               order'd
               against
               bloody
               Flix
               and
               Lask
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 bitter
                 ,
              
               hot
               and
               dry
               ,
               are
               wholsomer
               ,
            
             
               Dissolve
               gross
               humours
               ,
               cleanse
               the
               ureter
               ,
            
             
               Expectorate
               and
               sweep
               the
               clogged
               lungs
               ,
            
             
               And
               mundifie
               the
               S●●leen
               ,
               and
               Liver
               dungs
               .
            
             
               Their
               oyl
               for
               many
               uses
               serve
               ,
               get
               grace
            
             
               For
               keeping
               terse
               the
               Ladyes
               skins
               and
               face
               :
            
             
             
               In
               Physick
               more
               successful
               ;
               so
               we
               shall
            
             
               Not
               give
               our
               Almonds
               only
               unto
               *
               
                 Pal.
                 
              
            
             
               Nuts
               are
               dry
               whorsons
               ,
               though
               the
               Tree
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Shee
               's
               thwack'd
               and
               bang'd
               by
               every
               Country-Swain
               ;
            
             
               'T
               is
               not
               without
               a
               Fault
               ,
               by
               
                 Virgil's
              
               leave
               ,
            
             
               Who
               did
               the
               Nut
               an
               innocent
               fruit
               conceive
               .
            
             
               For
               sim●ly
               of
               themselves
               they
               do
               great
               harm
               ,
            
             
               Are
               most
               obstructive
               ,
               and
               in
               stomacks
               warm
            
             
               And
               chol●rick
               ingender
               fumes
               ,
               and
               make
            
             
               The
               pate
               virtiginous
               ,
               and
               deadly
               ake
               .
            
             
               Infus'd
               in
               Sack
               ,
               their
               mended
               quality
               's
            
             
               Approv'd
               ,
               who
               wo'nt
               in
               Walnuts
               sacrifice
            
             
               An
               afternoon
               to
               
                 Bacchus
                 ,
              
               if
               it
               rain
               ,
            
             
               And
               moistned
               skies
               offend
               the
               studious
               brain
               ?
            
             
               But
               Nuts
               ,
               two
               Figs
               ,
               and
               twenty
               leaves
               of
               Rue
               ,
            
             
               And
               Salt
               contunded
               ,
               (
               
                 give
                 the
                 Devil
                 his
                 due
                 ,
              
            
             
               He
               is
               a
               Nutter
               too
               )
               will
               expel
               poyson
               ;
            
             
               N●y
               ,
               taken
               fasting
               keeps
               off
               all
               that
               's
               noysom
               .
            
             
               In
               Hazel-nut
               ,
               or
               Filbe●d
               ,
               cold
               and
               dry
            
             
               Of
               temper
               ,
               doth
               a
               windy
               moysture
               lye
               ,
            
             
               Which
               yeilds
               but
               little
               nourishment
               ,
               so
               tough
               ,
            
             
               It
               will
               not
               passe
               the
               stomack
               soon
               enough
               ,
            
             
               But
               lies
               like
               bullet
               ,
               or
               small
               shot
               of
               lead
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               u●on
               these
               the
               vulgar
               sort
               do
               feed
               .
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               Play
               houses
               ,
               betwixt
               the
               Acts
               ,
            
             
               The
               Musick
               Room
               is
               drown'd
               with
               these
               Nut-cracks
               ;
            
             
               Whose
               kernels
               made
               into
               a
               milk
               do
               bind
               ,
            
             
               But
               of
               themselves
               the
               contrary
               we
               find
               ,
            
             
               And
               rather
               cause
               the
               bloody
               Flix
               ,
               and
               Lask
               ;
            
             
               Wherefore
               forbear
               you
               brethren
               of
               the
               Cask
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               in
               your
               leather
               coats
               eat
               sacks
               of
               Nuts
               ,
            
             
               You
               'l
               need
               no
               new
               Beer
               to
               keep
               clean
               your
               guts
               .
            
             
               VValnuts
               ,
               or
               Royal
               Nuts
               ,
               or
               
                 *
              
               Nuts
               of
               
                 Iove
                 ,
              
            
             
               (
               Here
               's
               name
               enough
               to
               get
               a
               noble
               love
               )
            
             
               Are
               the
               best
               sort
               of
               Nuts
               ,
               and
               newly
               pluck'd
            
             
               Delight
               the
               tast
               ,
               but
               little
               juyce
               is
               suck'd
            
             
             
               From
               its
               dry
               kernel
               ,
               which
               doth
               slow
               desc●●●
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               its
               h●r●
               concoction
               doth
               offend
               .
            
             
               Made
               in
               oyl
               ▪
               like
               Almonds
               ,
               th●y
               make
               smooth
            
             
               The
               hands
               and
               face
               ,
               like
               chizel
               to
               a
               booth
               ,
            
             
               Or
               bo●rd
               ,
               they
               ●lain
               the
               su●fie
               head
               ,
               and
               scales
               ,
            
             
               And
               ●ave
               the
               labour
               of
               our
               itching
               n●ils
               .
            
             
               The
               green
               and
               tender
               Nut
               ,
               like
               Suck●d
               made
               ,
            
             
               And
               boyl'd
               in
               Sugar
               (
               tis
               Confectioners
               trade
               )
            
             
               Is
               ●o●t
               delightful
               and
               confortative
               ,
            
             
               And
               anti●oticall
               ,
               then
               eat
               ,
               and
               live
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Chesnuts
              
               are
               dry
               and
               binding
               ,
               in
               a
               mean
            
             
               'Twixt
               hot
               and
               cold
               (
               Nut
               
                 Laodicaean
              
               then
               )
            
             
               But
               yet
               
                 Sardi●ian
                 breed
                 ,
              
               inflative
               high
               ,
            
             
               As
               〈◊〉
               i'
               th
               ●ire
               ,
               their
               bouncing
               doth
               descry
               .
            
             
               After
               its
               windy
               ru●ture
               roast
               it
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               stee●
               it
               in
               good
               Sack
               ,
               until
               it
               swell
            
             
               By
               th'
               infusion
               ,
               then
               this
               Nut
               is
               good
            
             
               Provocative
               ,
               and
               plenty
               makes
               of
               blood
               :
            
             
               Thus
               rarified
               by
               fire
               ,
               and
               sowe'd
               in
               Sack
               ,
            
             
               We
               may
               commend
               it
               
                 fulcrum
              
               to
               the
               back
               .
            
             
               There
               is
               a
               Chesnut
               call'd
               
                 Equina
                 ,
              
               which
            
             
               Is
               Horse-chesnut
               in
               our
               sole
               English
               speech
               ,
            
             
               Which
               from
               the
               ●astern
               Countrey
               came
               ,
               and
               can
            
             
               Horse
               coughs
               and
               Astma's
               cure
               ,
               why
               not
               in
               Man
               ?
            
             
               We
               have
               a
               Nut
               too
               that
               is
               call'd
               
                 Po●cine
                 ,
              
            
             
               An
               
                 Acron
              
               wild
               we
               give
               it
               to
               our
               swine
               ;
            
             
               Not
               meat
               for
               men
               ,
               unless
               when
               so
               tunes
               all
            
             
               Are
               spent
               ,
               we
               diet
               with
               the
               
                 Prodigall
              
               ▪
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXXII
             .
             of
             SPICES
             .
          
           
             
               PEpper
               is
               vehement
               hot
               ,
               and
               mixt
               with
               meat
            
             
               Assists
               the
               stomack
               to
               make
               quick
               defeat
               ,
            
             
               And
               noble
               change
               ,
               on
               that
               Mesh
               or
               Hoch-podge
               ,
            
             
               Which
               else
               would
               longer
               in
               her
               region
               lodge
               ;
            
             
               Great
               crutches
               to
               digestion
               ,
               and
               disperses
            
             
               Wind
               ,
               as
               King
               
                 Aeolus
              
               in
               
                 Virgils
              
               verses
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               on
               all
               inflative
               roots
               and
               grass
               ,
            
             
               Asperse
               the
               Pepper-box
               ,
               and
               they
               will
               pass
               .
            
             
               But
               let
               hot
               tempers
               ,
               and
               in
               summer
               time
               ,
            
             
               Fobear
               ,
               unless
               they
               will
               inflame
               the
               chyme
               :
            
             
               There
               are
               some
               persons
               too
               ;
               be
               none
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               Who
               if
               they
               take
               't
               ,
               take
               more
               then
               in
               the
               nose
               :
            
             
               But
               they
               that
               love
               the
               haunch
               of
               hunted
               Deer
               ,
            
             
               With
               salt
               and
               pepper
               ,
               make
               a
               noble
               cheer
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               'cause
               my
               reverend
               Prelate
               loves
               it
               not
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               spices
               let
               him
               make
               it
               hot
               ;
            
             
               Church-men
               must
               be
               approv'd
               ,
               and
               verily
            
             
               I
               do
               submit
               in
               more
               then
               ordering
               pie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ginger
               is
               hot
               and
               moist
               ,
               and
               well
               digests
               ,
            
             
               The
               City
               Cooks
               do
               wisely
               in
               their
               Feasts
               ,
            
             
               (
               Not
               use
               it
               gingerly
               whereby
               such
               Fire
               ,
            
             
               And
               piles
               of
               meat
               concoction
               safe
               acquire
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               the
               use
               of
               it
               ,
               and
               other
               Spices
               ,
            
             
               Have
               rais'd
               the
               Groce●s
               ,
               and
               some
               quaint
               devices
            
             
               To
               be
               o'
               th'
               Twelve
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               
                 twelve
                 Companies
                 ,
              
            
             
               Because
               of
               these
               salvifical
               supplies
               ,
            
             
               As
               Pepper
               ,
               M●ce
               ,
               Cloves
               ,
               Currans
               and
               Raysons
               ,
            
             
               And
               Prunes
               ,
               rare
               ware
               !
               kept
               we
               the
               
                 old
                 seasons
              
               :
            
             
             
               But
               that
               high
               drug
               
                 Tobacco
              
               free
               doth
               passe
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               we
               have
               a
               
                 Christ-tide
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Christ-masse
                 .
              
            
             
               But
               to
               our
               Ginger
               (
               which
               besides
               in
               Ale
            
             
               Against
               its
               flativeness
               it
               doth
               prevail
               )
            
             
               To
               livers
               cold
               ,
               and
               stomacks
               likewise
               so
               ,
            
             
               It
               doth
               a
               friendly
               heat
               and
               hel●
               bestow
               ;
            
             
               Its
               vertue
               's
               known
               in
               Com●osition
               ,
            
             
               For
               obscure
               eyes
               ,
               so
               saith
               my
               
                 Portington
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               so
               saith
               
                 Rasis
                 ,
              
               if
               that
               dimness
               be
            
             
               Produc●d
               from
               moysture
               and
               humidity
               .
            
             
               So
               
                 Avicen
              
               commends
               it
               to
               the
               head
            
             
               And
               throat
               ,
               with
               raw
               cold
               rheumes
               incumbered
               .
            
             
               Good
               for
               the
               memo●y
               (
               saith
               the
               same
               man
               )
            
             
               Forget
               not
               then
               the
               old
               Physitian
               ,
            
             
               For
               your
               old
               Blades
               are
               best
               when
               all
               is
               done
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               were
               wise
               ,
               and
               had
               read
               
                 Salomon
                 .
              
            
             
               Zedoary's
               hot
               and
               dry
               in
               the
               degree
            
             
               Next
               to
               the
               first
               :
               The
               Dispensato●y
            
             
               Is
               frequent
               in
               its
               use
               ,
               for
               it
               discusses
            
             
               All
               flatulency
               which
               in
               bodies
               buzzes
               ;
            
             
               It
               fattens
               too
               by
               occult
               quality
               ,
            
             
               (
               That
               's
               the
               old
               help
               in
               Physick
               )
               let
               it
               be
               ;
            
             
               The
               world
               is
               not
               discover'd
               all
               ,
               we
               can't
            
             
               Know
               any
               thing
               compleatly
               ,
               not
               a
               Plant
               ,
            
             
               For
               every
               Plant
               doth
               hide
               a
               Deity
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               the
               Sensitive
               shrinks
               when
               we
               pry
               ,
            
             
               Or
               touch
               ,
               beyond
               
                 decorum
                 ,
              
               stands
               the
               shew
            
             
               When
               modest
               inquisition
               comes
               to
               know
               .
            
             
               But
               for
               its
               vertue
               known
               ,
               let
               it
               suffice
               ,
            
             
               It
               hath
               the
               name
               of
               Triacle
               by
               the
               wise
               ;
            
             
               Good
               against
               poysons
               ,
               and
               infections
               good
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               they
               center
               in
               the
               sp'rits
               or
               blood
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               its
               use
               we
               may
               commend
               to
               all
               ,
            
             
               In
               this
               next
               Spring
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               present
               Fall
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               to
               th'
               stomack
               most
               comfortative
               ,
            
             
               Raiseth
               the
               appetite
               ,
               the
               scent
               doth
               drive
            
             
             
               Of
               noysome
               Garlike
               ,
               Onions
               ,
               and
               strong
               Leek
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               make
               the
               Ladies
               at
               a
               kiss
               turn
               cheek
               .
               )
            
             
               Good
               against
               Colick
               ,
               Stomack-Pains
               ,
               and
               Lask
               ,
            
             
               And
               drunk
               in
               wine
               allayes
               our
               heat
               of
               Cask
               ;
            
             
               A
               
                 Panacaea
                 Rustick
                 ,
              
               not
               sure
               a
               greater
               ;
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               Doctor
               
                 Everard
              
               hath
               found
               a
               
                 *
              
               better
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Galingale
                 ,
              
               both
               the
               small
               and
               greater
               root
               ,
            
             
               (
               From
               
                 India
              
               this
               ,
               from
               
                 China
              
               that
               sought
               out
               )
            
             
               Is
               hot
               and
               dry
               i'
               th'
               third
               degree
               ,
               soveraign
            
             
               Against
               the
               maladies
               of
               a
               col●
               brain
            
             
               If
               it
               's
               but
               smelt
               unto
               ;
               but
               chew'd
               is
               rare
            
             
               For
               those
               whose
               lungs
               and
               breath
               ill
               savour'd
               are
               ,
            
             
               But
               if
               the
               stomacks
               region
               's
               stuff'd
               ,
               and
               torn
            
             
               By
               wind
               ,
               let
               no
               man
               this
               rare
               Medicine
               scorn
               .
            
             
               Or
               when
               we
               stomack
               lack
               unto
               our
               meat
               ,
            
             
               It
               will
               ●rocure
               it
               ,
               and
               do
               greater
               feat
               ,
            
             
               (
               Digest
               )
               and
               greater
               yet
               ;
               helps
               after
               third
            
             
               Concoction
               ,
               prime
               food
               for
               
                 Venus
              
               Bird
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               Colick
               grief
               and
               colder
               reins
               ,
            
             
               The
               shops
               can
               tell
               you
               what
               a
               price
               it
               gains
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Clove-berry's
              
               hot
               and
               dry
               ,
               astringent
               too
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Cloves
               in
               vertue
               ,
               and
               in
               outward
               shew
               .
            
             
               In
               scent
               and
               tast
               most
               aromatical
               ,
            
             
               (
               Such
               
                 Alexander
              
               fum'd
               his
               skin
               withall
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               odorous
               transpiration
               )
            
             
               Is
               good
               'gainst
               Goat-evacuation
               ,
            
             
               And
               Rammish
               breathings
               :
               good
               too
               for
               the
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Annoy'd
               by
               cold
               Catarrhs
               and
               Crudities
            
             
               Bred
               in
               the
               stomack
               ;
               Livers
               cold
               it
               warm
               ,
            
             
               Would
               all
               
                 exotick
              
               things
               did
               no
               lesse
               harme
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Rasis
              
               saith
               
                 Cynamon
              
               is
               hot
               and
               dry
               ,
            
             
               Strengthens
               the
               Liver
               by
               that
               quality
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               stomack
               too
               ,
               and
               gets
               an
               appetite
               ,
            
             
               And
               sweeps
               the
               wind
               out
               of
               that
               region
               quite
               :
            
             
               It
               doth
               obstructions
               clear
               ,
               that
               stop
               the
               reins
               ,
            
             
               Forcing
               the
               u●ine
               in
               strangurial
               pains
               ;
            
             
               Provokes
               the
               Menstrua
               ,
               old
               
                 Isack
              
               saith
               ,
            
             
               The
               Mid-wives
               are
               of
               a
               contrary
               faith
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               wholsome
               made
               in
               sawce
               ,
               and
               fumes
               the
               breath
               ,
            
             
               And
               a
               
                 Sack
                 posset
              
               rarely
               flavoreth
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Saffron
              
               is
               hot
               and
               dry
               i'
               th'
               first
               degree
               ,
            
             
               The
               weakned
               stomacks
               friend
               :
               no
               enemy
            
             
               Unto
               obstructed
               Livers
               ,
               not
               their
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               so
               short
               (
               it
               differs
               not
               from
               death
               .
               )
            
             
               The
               feeble
               parts
               it
               comforts
               :
               don't
               you
               see
            
             
               The
               Saffron
               Cawdle
               every
               morning
               flie
            
             
               Into
               the
               Ladies
               chambers
               ;
               they
               are
               wise
               ,
            
             
               And
               will
               take
               nothing
               dangerous
               'fore
               they
               rise
               .
            
             
               For
               women
               hard
               of
               labour
               present
               ease
               ,
            
             
               
                 Rasis
              
               prefers
               it
               'fore
               
                 Man-midwiferies
                 ,
              
            
             
               Or
               
                 womens
              
               too
               ,
               and
               saith
               that
               this
               alone
            
             
               Is
               the
               
                 Lucina
              
               to
               be
               call'd
               upon
               .
            
             
               Put
               into
               wine
               it
               doth
               inspirit
               that
               ,
            
             
               Firks
               up
               its
               vertues
               ,
               were
               it
               ne're
               so
               flat
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               drinker
               strikes
               a
               cheeriness
               ,
            
             
               That
               
                 Plunder
              
               can't
               allay
               ,
               nor
               lay
               distress
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               enough
               ;
               thy
               vertues
               are
               so
               high
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               commend
               thee
               to
               the
               
                 Cavalry
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 Carawayes
                 ,
              
               or
               seeds
               of
               
                 Caria
                 ,
              
               whence
               they
               take
            
             
               Their
               name
               ,
               are
               hot
               and
               dry
               ,
               when
               made
               in
               Cake
               ,
            
             
               Or
               into
               Confects
               ▪
               wholsome
               Recipe
               ▪
            
             
               Against
               the
               urines
               painful
               stoppages
               :
            
             
               Dissolve
               collected
               wind
               in
               stomacks
               crude
               ,
            
             
               And
               blasts
               
                 Hypocondriacal
              
               extrude
               :
            
             
               They
               Wor●s
               in
               children
               mortifie
               ;
               are
               best
               ,
            
             
               Eat
               in
               the
               
                 van
                 ,
              
               not
               i'
               th'
               
                 reer
              
               ▪
               o'
               th'
               Feast
               ,
            
             
             
               (
               As
               is
               the
               usuall
               custome
               )
               when
               with
               cheese
            
             
               And
               apples
               ,
               these
               are
               sawcer-services
               ,
            
             
               Correctors
               of
               th●t
               windy
               fruit
               ,
               an●
               why
            
             
               Ex●el
               not
               wind
               without
               their
               company
               ?
            
             
               Wherefore
               in
               bread
               with
               ●nniseeds
               (
               which
               have
            
             
               Vertues
               alike
               )
               immixt
               ,
               they
               'l
               Physick
               save
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             XXXIII
             .
          
           
             
               MUstard
               is
               hot
               and
               dry
               ,
               above
               the
               third
            
             
               Degree
               ,
               by
               it
               the
               br●in
               and
               stomack
               's
               stirr'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               watty
               hu●ours
               in
               born
               ●egions
               dry'd
               ,
            
             
               Her
               
                 Cou●trey-man
              
               it
               s
               〈◊〉
               vertue
               try'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               that
               it
               caught
               her
               by
               the
               nose
               ,
               did
               cry
               ,
            
             
               (
               A
               pox
               of
               her
               ,
               a
               ●ox
               of
               
                 ●ewxbury
                 .
              
               )
            
             
               Good
               sawce
               for
               Pork
               ,
               and
               ●oose
               ,
               and
               Brawn
               in
               chief
            
             
               For
               Sawsages
               ,
               and
               Tri●es
               ,
               and
               powder'd
               Beef
               ;
            
             
               Good
               for
               the
               int●llect
               ,
               saith
               
                 Avicen
                 ,
              
            
             
               I
               do
               〈◊〉
               it
               unto
               
                 G●tham
                 ,
              
               then
               ,
            
             
               But
               they
               must
               drink
               it
               fa●ing
               ;
               which
               they
               will
            
             
               N●●e●
               observe
               ,
               though
               to
               gain
               
                 Solomons
              
               skil
               :
            
             
               But
               yet
               for
               humou●s
               viscous
               ,
               thick
               and
               tough
               ,
            
             
               The
               seed
               of
               Mu●●ard
               is
               as
               good
               as
               snuff
               :
            
             
               And
               ●ulveriz'd
               ,
               and
               in
               vine-blan●h
               
                 de
                 France
              
            
             
               Infus'd
               ,
               't
               will
               make
               a
               Tertian
               Ague
               dance
               ;
            
             
               It
               will
               expectorate
               ,
               and
               further
               reach
               ,
            
             
               Even
               to
               the
               Stone
               (
               if
               
                 Pliny●ightly
              
               teach
               .
               )
            
             
               But
               th●n
               in
               vinegar
               you
               must
               i●
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Through
               
                 Alpine
              
               hills
               these
               two
               will
               mak
               a
               way
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Salt
               is
               alike
               with
               Mustards
               quality
            
             
               High-priz●d
               with
               us
               ,
               but
               more
               in
               
                 Gallia
                 ,
              
            
             
             
               Where
               't
               is
               a
               soveraign
               sauce
               ,
               fit
               for
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               A
               sauce
               finds
               meat
               ,
               and
               clothes
               ,
               and
               every
               thing
               ;
            
             
               It
               takes
               away
               fas●idiousness
               in
               meat
            
             
               (
               I
               cannot
               say
               ,
               that
               which
               the
               French
               do
               eat
               )
            
             
               Who
               loath
               even
               Salt
               it self
               ,
               and
               heart'ly
               ha●e
            
             
               It
               ,
               since
               it
               comes
               obtruded
               on
               a
               Rate
               .
            
             
               Yet
               it
               subtiles
               the
               tast
               ,
               and
               makes
               it
               play
               ,
            
             
               Removing
               gro●sness
               from
               the
               Uvul●
               ;
            
             
               Excites
               and
               sharpens
               duller
               appetite
               ,
            
             
               Hunger
               and
               Salt
               are
               sauce
               ,
               or
               none
               is
               right
               .
            
             
               But
               too
               much
               Salt
               licks
               up
               and
               burns
               the
               blood
               ▪
            
             
               Just
               in
               the
               body
               as
               it
               is
               in
               food
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               exuct
               ,
               and
               dry
               ,
               and
               juyceless
               made
               ▪
            
             
               VVhere
               that
               its
               briny
               fire
               doth
               much
               invade
               ;
            
             
               As
               by
               experience
               ,
               to
               their
               constant
               grief
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Mariners
               do
               find
               it
               in
               their
               Beef
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sea
               provisions
               ,
               which
               retu●ns
               them
               all
            
             
               Tro●hies
               of
               Salt
               ,
               sadly
               
                 Scorbutical
                 .
              
            
             
               To
               those
               that
               do
               in
               Salt
               too
               much
               delight
               ,
            
             
               It
               minorates
               the
               seed
               ,
               bedimms
               the
               sight
               .
            
             
               I
               have
               two
               F●iends
               of
               either
               Sex
               ,
               which
               do
            
             
               Eat
               little
               Salt
               ,
               or
               none
               ,
               yet
               are
               friends
               to
               ,
            
             
               Of
               both
               which
               persons
               I
               can
               truly
               tell
               ,
            
             
               They
               are
               of
               patience
               most
               invin●ible
               :
            
             
               VVhen
               out
               of
               temper
               no
               misch●nce
               at
               all
            
             
               Can
               put
               ,
               no
               ▪
               if
               towards
               them
               the
               Salt
               should
               fall
               .
            
             
               I
               know
               a
               pretty
               Pearl
               such
               use
               hath
               got
            
             
               Of
               Salt
               ,
               hee
               'd
               eat
               (
               if
               need
               )
               up
               Madam
               
                 Lot
                 ,
              
            
             
               A
               little
               chole●ick
               Spar●
               ,
               a
               very
               fire
               ,
            
             
               VVhom
               if
               to
               make
               your
               friend
               you
               do
               desire
               ,
            
             
               You
               shall
               not
               need
               a
               long
               experience
               make
               ,
            
             
               His
               Bushel
               's
               eaten
               ,
               and
               you
               may
               him
               take
               :
            
             
               Though
               these
               two
               tempers
               are
               excessive
               ,
               know
               ,
            
             
               A
               trencher-Salt
               fo●
               Tables
               we
               allow
               .
            
             
               
                 Rasis
              
               saith
               ,
               Vinega●
               is
               dry
               and
               cold
               ,
            
             
               It
               makes
               its
               lovers
               macilent
               and
               old
               ,
            
             
             
               A
               vinegar-fact
               fellow
               ,
               as
               we
               say
               ,
            
             
               A
               Constable
               on
               his
               installing
               day
               ,
            
             
               Looks
               as
               if
               in
               urine
               he
               were
               soused
               ;
            
             
               Beware
               night-walkers
               ,
               you
               will
               all
               be
               
                 *
              
               housed
               ,
            
             
               It
               doth
               destroy
               the
               bodies
               noble
               juyce
               ,
            
             
               Unsucculents
               the
               back
               ,
               and
               spoils
               its
               use
               ;
            
             
               A
               help
               to
               
                 Quartan
              
               Agues
               ;
               and
               all
               such
               ,
            
             
               Who
               with
               black
               Choler
               do
               abound
               o're
               much
               ,
            
             
               Which
               it
               confirms
               and
               fixes
               ,
               
                 E
                 contrae
                 ,
              
            
             
               It
               doth
               disperse
               ,
               and
               infirme
               
                 Choler
                 Rubea
              
               :
            
             
               It
               gives
               a
               passe
               of
               gust
               in
               diet
               ,
               mends
            
             
               The
               duller
               juyce
               ,
               and
               downward
               grateful
               send
            
             
               There
               are
               disputes
               ,
               whether
               't
               is
               hot
               or
               cold
               ,
            
             
               I
               'me
               for
               my
               Sages
               ,
               and
               with
               them
               must
               hold
               .
            
          
           
             
               Honey
               is
               hot
               and
               dry
               (
               saith
               
                 Isaac
              
               )
            
             
               In
               degree
               second
               ,
               not
               doth
               vertue
               lack
               ,
            
             
               Good
               for
               Cacectick
               persons
               ,
               whose
               grosse
               chiles
            
             
               And
               evil
               humors
               rarely
               it
               subtiles
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               them
               remeant
               ,
               passant
               through
               the
               skin
               ,
            
             
               Where
               thousand
               little
               dores
               are
               to
               be
               seen
               .
            
             
               If
               you
               would
               know
               what
               are
               those
               little
               dores
               ,
            
             
               Madam
               ,
               undoubtedly
               they
               are
               the
               Pores
               .
            
             
               The
               foulness
               of
               the
               putrid
               blood
               in
               veins
            
             
               It
               purifies
               ,
               cleanseth
               those
               channels
               stains
               ;
            
             
               Wherefore
               let
               all
               ,
               whose
               constitution
               's
               cold
            
             
               And
               moist
               ,
               decrepit
               persons
               ,
               and
               the
               old
            
             
               Lick
               Honey
               ,
               or
               the
               drink-compound
               thereof
               ,
            
             
               'T
               will
               warm
               their
               chilness
               ,
               and
               't
               will
               cure
               their
               cough
               :
            
             
               But
               you
               ,
               my
               Friends
               ,
               of
               cholerick
               tempers
               ,
               know
            
             
               Honey
               like
               choler
               is
               ,
               and
               turneth
               so
               :
            
             
               Live
               Honey
               (
               as
               we
               say
               )
               and
               eaten
               raw
               ,
            
             
               Is
               much
               inflative
               ,
               rakes
               the
               breast
               and
               Maw
               ,
            
             
               Provokes
               by
               vomit
               and
               by
               Siege
               ;
               but
               supp'd
            
             
               In
               new
               laid
               Egg
               rare
               salve
               for
               lungs
               corrupt
               .
            
             
             
               What
               need
               we
               longer
               praise
               it
               ,
               when
               we
               know
            
             
               Its
               Providore
               ,
               from
               every
               flower
               doth
               blow
               ,
            
             
               Sucks
               universal
               Balm
               ,
               so
               in
               a
               spoon
            
             
               You
               take
               
                 Gerards
              
               divine
               
                 *
              
               Collection
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               the
               gleanings
               of
               the
               vigorous
               Bee
            
             
               Is
               
                 Iohnson's
              
               labours
               neat
               Epitome
               .
            
             
               Whom
               would
               not
               this
               glorious
               juyce
               intice
            
             
               To
               tast
               it
               ,
               though
               at
               lov'd
               
                 Ionathan's
              
               price
               ?
            
          
           
             
               OYLES
               .
            
             
               Of
               Oyles
               the
               Oyl
               of
               Olives
               weares
               the
               bayes
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               higher
               vertues
               ,
               therefore
               higher
               praise
               :
            
             
               
                 Pliny
              
               the
               
                 Senior
                 ,
              
               (
               whom
               
                 Vesuvius
              
               kils
               ,
            
             
               And
               th'
               eructations
               of
               those
               fiery
               hils
               ,
            
             
               A
               sad
               example
               ,
               and
               precaution
               gives
            
             
               To
               all
               (
               though
               ne're
               so
               learn'd
               )
               inquisitives
               ,
            
             
               Not
               to
               be
               wise
               ,
               and
               peep
               in
               things
               too
               high
               ,
            
             
               We
               have
               our
               
                 Aetna's
              
               in
               Divinity
               )
            
             
               Pardon
               the
               length
               of
               this
               Parenthesis
               ,
            
             
               That
               
                 Pliny
              
               shall
               declare
               Oyles
               qualities
               :
            
             
               It
               is
               all
               bodies
               suppler
               ;
               but
               the
               dry
            
             
               And
               hide-bound
               ought
               it
               most
               to
               magnifie
               ;
            
             
               Vellum-fac'd
               fellows
               ,
               living
               whit-leather
               ,
            
             
               Eat
               
                 Genoa
              
               Olives
               ,
               and
               the
               Oyl
               together
               ,
            
             
               Until
               your
               parchment
               bodies
               give
               a
               soul
               ,
            
             
               Sordid
               and
               covetous
               Trayn-oyl
               can't
               unfoul
               ;
            
             
               It
               makes
               the
               body
               strong
               and
               vigorous
               ,
            
             
               (
               A
               word
               of
               late
               in
               wondrous
               use
               with
               us
               ,
            
             
               But
               then
               against
               the
               sacred
               Oyl
               )
               it
               drives
            
             
               Poysons
               ,
               though
               double
               twist
               by
               jealous
               Wives
               .
            
             
               It
               gently
               layes
               the
               torments
               of
               the
               guts
               ,
            
             
               Cleanseth
               the
               tripes
               ,
               and
               o●es
               those
               lower
               huts
               :
            
             
               The
               head-ach
               pains
               it
               cures
               ,
               and
               mildly
               swages
            
             
               The
               ardor
               that
               in
               burning
               Feavors
               rages
               .
            
             
             
               What
               windy
               vapours
               dares
               i
               th'
               body
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Or
               come
               in
               this
               aerial
               Unguents
               way
               ?
            
             
               Then
               if
               your
               eyes
               you
               'd
               have
               like
               Diamonds
            
             
               Sparkle
               ,
               (
               with
               such
               rare
               flame
               your
               eyes
               abounds
               ,
            
             
               Madam
               )
               Oyl
               will
               ●hem
               clarifie
               ,
               advance
            
             
               A
               handsome
               face
               to
               
                 Cherub's
              
               countenance
               .
            
             
               The
               Cerusses
               are
               known
               ,
               and
               we
               allow
            
             
               To
               you
               the
               mellow
               sleek-stone
               of
               the
               brow
               ;
            
             
               Such
               Arts
               are
               legal
               ,
               wot
               you
               what
               
                 Hester
              
            
             
               Bestow'd
               in
               sweets
               ,
               when
               for
               the
               King
               she
               drest
               her
               ?
            
             
               For
               all
               our
               long
               and
               still
               upheld
               turmoyles
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               suffering
               ,
               I
               'me
               for
               Soveraign
               Oyles
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Oyle
               of
               Nuts
               most
               vehement
               and
               hot
               ,
            
             
               Let
               them
               ,
               who
               Fistula's
               i
               th'
               eyes
               have
               got
               ,
            
             
               Use
               it
               from
               Madam
               
                 Stepkins
              
               hand
               ,
               or
               buy
            
             
               It
               well
               compounded
               by
               good
               Surgery
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Oyle
               of
               Almonds
               is
               more
               temperate
               ,
            
             
               It
               doth
               the
               breast
               and
               lungs
               cleanse
               and
               dilate
               :
            
             
               The
               grated
               reins
               and
               bladder
               do
               receive
            
             
               Huge
               ease
               ,
               when
               we
               this
               lenifier
               give
               .
            
             
               Specks
               in
               the
               face
               it
               takes
               away
               ,
               how
               so
               ?
            
             
               When
               Ladies
               that
               use
               Oyl
               have
               Specks
               we
               know
               :
            
             
               The
               round
               ,
               the
               long
               ,
               the
               star
               ,
               the
               great
               ,
               the
               lesser
               ,
            
             
               And
               are
               made
               
                 Ursa's
              
               by
               their
               Woman-dresser
               .
            
             
               Though
               
                 Vrsa
              
               is
               a
               Beare
               ,
               I
               mean
               them
               none
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               it
               be
               a
               Constellation
               .
            
             
               The
               scarrs
               of
               Wounds
               by
               Oyle
               and
               Honey
               mixt
            
             
               Are
               plain'd
               and
               levell'd
               though
               a
               long
               time
               fixt
               :
            
             
               Rare
               remedy
               in
               fighting
               blustring
               times
               ,
            
             
               Such
               as
               are
               ours
               ,
               the
               more
               ,
               God
               knows
               ,
               our
               crimes
               :
            
             
               This
               Medicine
               is
               most
               parable
               ,
               not
               hard
               ;
            
             
               Hast
               thou
               the
               Morphyes
               ,
               use
               it
               
                 Renegard
                 ,
              
            
             
             
               Thou
               who
               hast
               ventur'd
               much
               ,
               and
               bravely
               dar'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               that
               thy
               body
               is
               one
               scarre
               ,
               as
               chance
            
             
               May
               make
               it
               in
               thy
               next
               renown'd
               advance
               ,
            
             
               Then
               call
               for
               Oyl
               of
               Nuts
               my
               
                 Renigard
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               like
               the
               Squirril
               ,
               which
               on
               Nuts
               doth
               feed
               ,
            
             
               We
               leap
               from
               verses
               to
               some
               nobler
               deed
               .
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
         
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A42528e-1300
           
             **
             
               Plures
               occidit
            
             gula
             ,
             
               quam
               gladius
               .
            
          
           
             **
             
               Plures
               occidit
            
             gula
             ,
             
               quam
               gladius
               .
            
          
        
         
           Notes for div A42528e-2200
           
             *
             
               The
               S●and
               where
               the
               Author
               was
               first
               plac'd
               a
               Centry
            
          
        
         
           Notes for div A42528e-3560
           
             *
             In
             Cheapside
             where
             the
             Herb-market
             was
             ,
             but
             now
             without
             a
             Writ
             removed
             into
             S.
             
               Pauls
            
             Ch.
             yard
             .
          
           
             (a)
             An
             
               Ara●ian
            
             Phy●●t●an
             .
          
           
             (b)
             A
             〈◊〉
             
               Directory
            
             so
             called
             .
          
           
             (c)
             The
             great
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             (d)
             That
             is
             ,
             to
             carry
             double
             provision
             for
             two
             meals
             .
          
           
             (a)
             Another
             
               Arabian
            
             Physitian
             and
             grand
             Philosopher
             ,
             called
             for
             his
             expositions
             of
             
               Aristotle
            
             the
             
               Commentator
               .
            
          
           
             (c)
             A
             jerfe
             is
             an
             animall
             ,
             that
             eats
             so
             much
             untill
             it
             is
             forced
             to
             get
             betwixt
             two
             cleft
             parts
             of
             a
             tree
             for
             exenteration
             ,
             that
             is
             ,
             unloading
             ,
             
               vid.
            
             my
             uncle
             
               Pliny
               ,
            
             &
             
               Alian
               de
               vari●
               historiâ
               .
            
          
           
             (b)
             
               Epicurrs
               ,
            
             another
             Philosopher
             .
          
           
             *
             An
             Acreo●
             .
          
           
             
               Well-hal
            
             in
             
               K●nt
            
             ▪
             the
             Manou●of
             M●Roper
             ,
             
               of
               he
               descent
               o●
               the
               lear
               -
               Sir
            
             〈◊〉
             Mo●r
             ,
             
               L.
               Ch.
               of
               Engl.
            
          
           
             (b)
             The
             Spirits
             
          
           
             (c)
             The
             Soul
             .
          
           
             *
             The
             Veins
             .
          
           
             (a)
             Trea●●e
             .
          
           
             (a)
             A
             perfumed
             Roman
             Courtier
             .
          
           
             (a)
             Cutters
             of
             Lambs
             .
          
           
             (a)
             Because
             an
             Eunuch
             .
          
           
             (a)
             Alderman
             
               Robinson
               ,
               Coss.
               Lond.
            
          
           
             (a)
             Hyp●
             and
             Haw●s
             .
          
           
             (b)
             Dr.
             
               Wilson
            
             Musit
             .
             Laure
             .
          
           
             (c)
             
               Totas
               ponit
               A●ros
               Iuv.
            
          
           
             
               Aug.
            
             24.
             
          
           
             *
             
               Sturn●s
               caeteris
               volatilibus
               subtilior
               .
            
          
           
             *
             At
             Temple●ar
             ,
             who
             sels
             
               China-Ale
            
             .
          
           
             (a)
             D.
             
               Harvey's
            
             opinion
             .
          
           
             *
             
               Yolk
               and
               White
               .
            
          
           
             *
             
               The
               gre●●
            
             Turk
             .
          
           
             *
             
               Infancy
               and
               old
               Age
               .
            
          
           
             *
             
               Cheap
               .
            
          
           
             *
             A●a
             Remigii
             .
          
           
             *
             
               Mr.
               of
               the
            
             Swan
             Fish-street
             .
          
           
             *
             
               Mr.
               of
               the
            
             Swan
             Fish-street
             .
          
           
             *
             
               My
               confiding
               Fishmonger
               .
            
          
           
             *
             The
             Nose
             .
          
           
             *
             Colequentida
             .
          
           
             
               Et
               na●es
               a●ri
               strin●●nt
               Naftur●ia
               morsu
               .
            
          
           
             *
             
               Venus
               .
            
          
           
             Of
             Chole●
             yellow
             .
          
           
             An
             abstreperous
             eryer
             of
             
               Turneps
               ,
            
             and
             that
             disturbs
             the
             Author
             with
             his
             b●●ling
             .
          
           
             *
             
               Sage
               .
            
          
           
             (a)
             The
             bladder
             .
          
           
             (a)
             Pomegranate
             is
             called
             
               Malum
               Punicum
               .
            
          
           
             *
             Doctor
             
               H.H.
            
          
           
             (a)
             Open
             A.
             
          
           
             *
             
               Eve
               .
            
          
           
             *
             The
             Devil
             .
          
           
             *
             Juglans
             Jovis
             glans
             .
          
           
             *
             His
             universal
             M●dicine
             ,
             
               Tobacco
               .
            
          
           
             *
             
               In
               the
               Counter
               .
            
          
           
             *
             
               The
               Herbal
               .