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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Medicine in literature. 2003-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-03 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-04 Rina Kor Sampled and proofread 2003-04 Rina Kor Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-06 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE DISPENSARY ; A POEM . LONDON , Printed , and Sold by Iohn Nutt , near Stationers-Hall . 1699. The Dispensary . SPeak , Goddess ! since 't is Thou that best canst tell How ancient Leagues to modern Discord fell ; Whence 't was , Physicians were so frugal grown Of others Lives , and lavish of their own ; How by a Journey to th' Elysian Plain Peace triumph'd , and old Time return'd again . Not far from that most celebrated Place , Where angry Justice shews her awful Face ; Where little Villains must submit to Fate , That great ones may enjoy the World in state ; There stands a Dome , majestick to the sight And sumptuous Arches bear its oval height ; A golden Globe plac'd high with artful skill , Seems , to the distant sight , a gilded Pill : This Pile was by the pious Patron 's aim , Rais'd for a use as noble as its Frame ; Nor did the learn'd Society decline The propagation of that great Design ; In all her mazes Nature's Face they view'd , And as she disappear'd , they still pursu'd . They find her dubious now , and then , as plain ; Here , she 's too sparing , there profusely vain . Now she unfolds the faint , and dawning strife Of infant Atoms kindling into life : How ductile Matter new Meanders takes , And slender trains of twisting Fibres makes . And how the viscous seeks a closer tone , By just degrees to harden into bone ; Whilst the more loose flow from the vital Urn , And in full Tides of Purple Streams return ; How from each sluice a briny Torrent pours , T' extinguish feavourish heats with ambient show'rs ; Whence their mechanick pow'rs the Spirits claim , How great their force , how delicate their Frame : How the same Nerves are fashion'd to sustain The greatest Pleasure and the greatest Pain . Why bileous Juice a golden light puts on , And floods of Chyle in silver Currents run . How the dim speck of Entity began T' extend its recent Form , and stretch to Man. To how minute an Origin we owe Young Ammon , Caesar , and the Great Nassau . Why paler looks impetuous rage proclaim , And why chill Virgins redden into flame . Why Envy oft transforms with wan disguise , And why gay Mirth sits smiling in the Eyes . All Ice why Lucrece , or Sempronia , fire , Why S — enrages to survive desire . Whence Milo's Vigour at th' Olympicks shown , Whence tropes to F — ch or impudence to S — Why Atticus polite , Brutus severe , Why Me — nd muddy , M — gue why clear . Hence 't is we wait the wondrous Cause to find , How Body acts upon impassive Mind . How Fumes of Wine the thinking part can fire , Past Hopes revive , and present Joys inspire : Why our Complexions oft our Soul declare , And how the Passions in the Features are . How Touch and Harmony arise between Corporeal Substances , and Things unseen . With mighty Truths , mysterious to descry , Which in the Womb of distant Causes lie . But now those great Enquiries are no more , And Faction Skulks , where Learning shone before : The drooping Sciences neglected pine , And Poeans Beams with fading lustre shine . No Readers here with Hectick looks are found , Or Eyes in rheum , thro' midnight watching drown'd : The lonely Edifice in Sweats complains That nothing there but empty Silence reigns . This Place so fit for undisturb'd repose , The God of Sloth for his Asylum chose . Upon a Couch of Down in these Abodes The careless Deity supinely nods . His leaden Limbs at gentle ease are laid , With Poppys and dull Night-shade o're him spread ; No Passions interrupt his easie reign , No Problems puzzle his lethargick Brain . But dull oblivion guards his peaceful Bed , And lazy Fogs bedew his thoughtless Head. As at full length the pamper'd Monarch lay , Batt'ning in ease , and slumbring life away A spightful noise his downy Chains unties , Hastes forward , and encreases as it flies . Frst , some to cleave the stubborn Flint engage , Till urg'd by blows , it sparkles into rage . Some temper Lute , some spacious Vessels move ; These Furnaces erect , and Those approve . Here Phyals in nice discipline are set , There Gally-pots are rang'd in Alphabet . In this place , Magazines of Pills you spy , In that , like forrage , Herbs in bundles lye . Whilst lifted Pestles , brandisht in the Air , Descend in peals and civil Wars declare . Loud stroaks , with pounding Spice , the Fabrick rend , And aromatick Clouds in Spires ascend . So when the Cyclops o're their Anvils sweat , And their swol'n Sinews ecchoing blows repeat ; From the Vulcano's gross eruptions rise , And , with curl'd sheets of smoak , obscure the Skies . The slumbring God amaz'd at this new din , Thrice strove to rise , and thrice sunk down agen . Then , half erect , he rubb'd his opening Eyes , And faulter'd thus betwixt half words and sighs . How impotent a Deity am I ! With Godhead born , but curst , that cannot dye ! Thro' my indulgence 't is , that Mortals share A grateful negligence , and ease from Care. Lull'd in my arms , how long have I with-held , The Northern Monarchs from the dusty Field . How have I kept the Brittish Fleet at ease , From tempting the rough dangers of the Seas . Hibernia owns the mildness of my Reign , And my Divinity 's ador'd in Spain . I Swains to Sylvan Solitudes convey , Where stretch'd on Mossy Beds , they waste away , In gentle inactivity , the day . What marks of wondrous Clemency I 've shown , My bright and blooming Clergy hourly own . Triumphant Plenty , with a chearful grace , Basks in their Eyes , and sparkles in their Face . How sleik their looks , how goodly is their Mien , When big they strut behind a double Chin. Each Faculty in blandishments they lull , Aspiring to be venerably dull . No learn'd Debates molest their downy Trance Or discompose their pompous ignorance : But undisturb'd , they loiture life away , So wither Green , and blossom in decay . Deep sunk in Down , they by my gentle Care Avoid th' Inclemencies of Morning Air , And leave to tatter'd Crape the Drudgery of Pray'r . Mankind my fond propitious Pow'r has try'd , Too oft to own , too much to be deny'd . And in return I ask but some recess , T' enjoy th' entrancing Extasies of Peace . But that , the Great Nassau's heroick Arms Has long prevented with his loud Alarms . Still my indulgence with contempt he flies , His Couch a Trench , his Canopy the Skies . Nor Skies nor Seasons his resolves controul , Th' Aequator has no heat , no Ice the Pole. From Clime to Clime his wondrous Triumphs move , And Iove grows jealous of his Realms above . But as the slothful God to Yawn begun , He shook off the dull Mist , and thus went on . Sometimes among the Caspian Cliffs I creep , Where solitary Batts , and Swallows sleep . Or if some Cloyster's refuge I implore , Where holy Drones o're dying Tapers snore ; Still Nassau's Arms a soft repose deny , Keep me awake , and follow were I flie . Now since he has vouchsaf'd the World a Peace , And with a Nod has bid Bellona cease : I sought the Covert of some peaceful Cell , Where silent Shades in harmless raptures dwell ; That Rest might past Tranquility restore , And Mortal never interrupt me more . 'T was here , alas ! I thought I might repose , These Walls were that Asylum I had chose . Nought underneath this Roof , but Damps are found , Nought heard , but drowzy Beetles buzzing round . Spread Cobwebs hide the Walls , and Dust the Floors , And midnight Silence guards the noiseless Doors . But now some busie Wretch's feavourish Brain , Invents new Fancies to renew my Pain , And labours to dissolve my easie Reign . With that , the God his darling Phantom calls , And from his fault'ring Lips this Message falls . Since Mortals will dispute my Pow'r , I 'le try Who has the greatest Empire , they or I. Find Envy out , some Princes Court attend , Most likely there , you 'l meet the famish'd Fiend . Or in Cabals , or Camps , or at the Bar , Or where ill Poets Pennyless confer , Or in the Senate-house at Westminster . Tell the bleak Fury what new Projects reign , Among the Homicides of Warwick-Lane . And what th' Event , unless her Care enclines , To blast their Hopes , and baffle their Designs . More He had spoke but sudden Vapours rise , And with their silken Cords tye down his Eyes . The Dispensary . CANTO II. SOON as with gentle sighs the ev'ning Breeze Begun to whisper through the murm'ring Trees ; And Night had wrap'd in Shades the Mountains Whilst Winds lay hush'd in Subterranean Beds . [ Heads , Officious Phantom did with speed prepare To slide on tender Pinions through the Air. He often sought the Summit of a Rock , And oft the Hollow of some blasted Oak ; At length approaching where bleak Envy lay , He found , by th' hissing of her Snakes , the way . Beneath the gloomy Covert of an Eugh That taints the Grass with sickly sweats of Dew ; No verdant Beauty entertains the sight , But baneful Hemlock , and cold Aconite ; There crawl'd the meagre Monster on the ground , And Breath'd a livid Pestilence around : A bald and bloted Toad-stool rais'd her Head ; And Plumes of boding Ravens were her Bed. Down her wan Cheeks sulphureous Torrents flow , And her red haggard Eyes with Fury glow . Like Aetna with Metallick streams oppress'd , She breaths a bleu Eruption from her Breast . And rends with canker'd Teeth the pregnant Scrolls Where Fame the Acts of Demy-Gods enrolls . And as the rent Records in pieces fell , Each Scrap did some immortal Action tell . This show'd , how fix'd as Fate Torquatus stood , And That , the passage of the Granick Flood . The Iulian Eagles , here , their Wings display ; And there , all pale , th' expiring Decii lay . This does Camillus as a God extol , That points at Manlius in the Capitol . How Cochles did the Tyber's Surges brave , How Curtius plung'd into the gaping Grave . Great Cyrus , here , the Medes and Persians joyn , And , there , th' immortal Battel on the Boyn . As th' airy Messenger the Fury spy'd , A while his curdling Blood forgot to glide . Confusion on his fainting Vitals hung , And fault'ring accents flutter'd on his Tongue . At length assuming Courage , he essay'd T' inform the Fiend , then shrunk into a shade . The Hag lay long revolving what might be The blest Event of such an Embassy . She blazons in dread Smiles her hideous Form , So Light'ning guilds the unrelenting Storm . Then she , Alas ! how long in vain have I Aim'd at those noble ills the Fates deny : Within this Isle for ever must I find Disasters to distract my restless Mind . Good Te — ns Celestial Piety Has rais'd his Virtues to the Sacred See. So — rs do's sickning Equity restore , And helpless Orphans now need weep no more . Pm — ke to Britain endless Blessings brings ; He spoke and Peace clap'd her Triumphant wings : Unshaken is the Throne and safe its Lord , Whilst M — d or O — nd wears a Sword. The noble ardour of a Loyal Fire , Inspires the generous breast of De — re . Like Leda's shining Sons , divinely clear , P — land and I — sey deck'd in Rays appear To Guild , by turns , the Gallick Hemisphear . Worth in Distress is rais'd by M — gue , Augustus listens if Maecenas sue . And V — ns Vigilance no slumber takes , Whilst Faction peeps abroad , and Anarchy awakes . Since therefore by no Arts I can defeat The happy Enterprizes of the Great , I 'le calmly stoop to more inferiour things ; And try if my lov'd Snakes have Teeth or Stings . She said ; and straight shrill Colon's Person took , In Morals loose , but most precise in look . Black-Fryar's Annals lately pleas'd to call Him Warden of Apothecaries-Hall . And , when so dignifi'd , he 'd not forbear That Operation which the learn'd declare Gives Collicks ease , and makes the Ladies Fair. In vain Formality his Talent lies , And th' empty Head's defects , the Band supplies . Hourly his learn'd Impertinence affords A barren Superfluity of Words . In haste he strides along to recompence The want of bus'ness with its vain pretence . The Fury thus assuming Colon's grace , So slung her Arms , so shuffl'd in her Pace . Onward she hastens to the fam'd Abodes , Where Horoscope invokes th' infernal Gods , And reach'd the Mansion where the Vulgar run T' increase their Ills , and throng to be undone . This Wight all mercenary Projects trys , And knows that to be rich is to be wise . By useful Observations he can tell The sacred Charms that in true Sterling dwell . How Gold maks a Patrician of a Slave , A Dwarf an Atlas , a Therfites brave . It cancels all defects , and in their place Finds Sense in Br — w , Charms in Lady G — ce . It guides the fancy , and directs the mind , No Bankrupt ever found a Fair one kind . So truly Horoscope its Virtues knows , To this bright Idol 't is , alone , he bows ; And fancies that a Thousand Pound supplies The want of twenty Thousand Qualities . Long has he been of that amphibious Fry , Bold to prescribe , and busie to apply . His Shop the gazing Vulgar's Eyes employs With forreign Trinkets , and domestick Toys . Here , Mummies lay most reverendly stale , And there , the Tortois hung her Coat o' Mail ; Not far from some huge Shark's devouring Head , The flying Fish their finny Pinions spread . Aloft in rows large Poppy Heads were strung , And near , a scaly Alligator hung . In this place , Drugs in Musty heaps decay'd , In that , dry'd Bladders , and drawn Teeth were laid . An inner Room receives the numerous Shoals Of such as pay to be reputed Fools . Globes stand by Globes , Volumns on Volumns lie , And Planitary Schemes amuse the Eye . The Sage , in Velvet Chair , here lolls at ease , To promise future Health for present Fees. Then , as from Tripod , solemn shams reveals , And what the Stars know nothing of , foretels . One asks how soon Panthea may be won , And longs to feel the Marriage Fetters on . Others , convinc'd by Melancholy proof , Wou'd know how soon kind Fates will strike 'em off . Some , by what means they may redress the wrong , When Fathers the Possession keep too long . And some wou'd know the issue of their Cause , And whether Gold can sodder up its flaws . Poor pregnant Laijs his advice wou'd have , To lose by Art what fruitful Nature gave : And Portia old in expectation grown , Laments her barren Curse , and begs a Son. Whilst Iris , his cosmetick Wash , must try , To make her Bloom revive , and Lovers dye . Some ask for Charms , and others Philters choose To gain Corinna , and their Quartans loose . Young Hylas , botch'd with Stains too foul to Name , In Cradle here , renews his Youthful Frame : Cloy'd with Desire , and furfeited with Charms , A Hot-house he prefers to Iulia's arms . And old Lucullus wou'd th' Arcanum prove , Of kindling in cold Veins the sparks of Love. With pleasure those dull Frauds bleak Envy sees , And wonders at the senseless Mysteries . In Colon's Voice she thus calls out aloud On Horoscope environ'd by the Crow'd . Forbear , forbear , thy vain Amusements cease , Thy Wood-Cocks from their Gins a while release ; And to that dire Misfortune listen well , Which thou shou'd'st fear to know , or I to tell . 'T is true , Thou ever wast esteem'd by me The great Alcides of our Company . When we with Noble Scorn resolv'd to ease Our selves of all Parochial Offices ; And to our Wealthier Patients left the care , And draggl'd dignity of Scavenger ; Such Zeal in that affair thou dist express , Nought cou'd be equal to 't , but the Success . Now call to mind thy generous Prowess past , Be what thou shou'd'st , by thinking what thou wast . The Faculty of Warwick-Lane design , If not to Storm , at least to Undermine : Their Gates each day ten thousand Night-caps crow'd , And their attempts their Mortars speak aloud . If they shou'd once unmasque our Mystery , Each Nurse e're long wou'd be as learn'd as We , Our Art expos'd to ev'ry Vulgar Eye , And , none in Complaisance to us , would dye . What if We claim their right to assassinate , Must they needs turn Apothecaries straight ? Prevent it , Gods ! all Stratagems we try , To crowd with new Inhabitants your Skie . 'T is we who wait the Destinies command , To purge the troubl'd Air , and weed the Land. And dare the College of Physicians aim To equal our Fraternity in Fame ? Crabs Eyes as well with Pearl for use may try , Or Highgate Hill with lofty Pindus vie : So Glow-worms may compare with Titan's Beams , Or Hare Court Pump with Aganippe's Streams . Our Manufacture now they meanly sell , And spightfully , th' intrinsick value tell : Nay more , ( but Heav'ns prevent ) they 'l force us soon , To act with Conscience , and to be undone . At this , fam'd Horoscope turn'd pale , and straight In silence tumbl'd from his Chair of State. The Crowd in great Confusion sought the Door , And left the Magus fainting on the Floor . Whilst in his Breast the Fury breath'd a Storm , Then sought her Cell , and reassum'd her Form , Thus from the Sore altho' the Insect flies , It leaves a brood of Maggots in disguise . Officious Squirt in haste forsook the Shop , To succour the expiring Horoscope . Oft he essay'd the Magus to restore , By Salt of Succinum's prevailing pow'r ; But still supine the solid Lumber lay , An Image of scarce animated Clay ; Till Fates , indulgent when Disasters call , Bethought th' Assistant of a Urinal ; Whose Steam the Wight no sooner did receive , But rowz'd , and blest the Stale Restorative . The Springs of Life their former Vigour feel , Such Zeal he had for that vile Urensil . So when Pelides did blue Thetis see , He knew the Fishy smell , and own'd her Deity . The Dispensary . CANTO III. ALL Night the Sage in pensive tumults lay , Complaining of the slow approach of Day ; Oft turn'd him round , and strove to think no Of what shrill Colon spoke the Day before . [ more , Cowslips and Poppies o're his Eyes he spread , And S — nd's Works he laid beneath his Head. But all those Opiats still in vain he tryes , Sleep's gentle Image his embraces flies . Tumultuous cares lay rowling in his Breast , And thus his anxious thoughts the Sage express'd . The Earth has rowl'd twelve annual turns , and more , Since first high Heav'ns bright Orbs I 've number'd o're . Such my applause , so mighty my success , I once thought my Predictions more than guess . But , doubtful as I am , I 'le entertain This Faith , there can be no mistake in gain . For the dull World most Honour pay to those Who on their Understanding most impose . First Man creates , and then he fears the Elf , Thus others cheat him not , but he himself : He loaths the Substance , and he loves the show , 'T is hard e're to convince a Fool , He 's so : He hates Reallities , and hugs the Cheat , And still the Pleasure lies in the deceit . So Meteors flatter with a dazling Dye Which no existence has , but in the Eye . Prospects at distance please , but when we 're near , We find but desart Rocks , and fleeting Air. From Stratagem , to Stratagem we run , And he knows most who latest is undone . Mankind one day serene and free appear ; The next , they 're cloudy , sullen , and severe : New Passions , new Opinions still excite , And what they like at Noon , despise at Night : They gain with labour , what they quit with ease , And Health for want of Change grows a Disease . Religion's bright Authority they dare , And yet are Slaves to superstitious Fear . They Counsel others , but themselves deceive , And tho' they 're cozen'd still , they still believe . Shall I then , who with penetrating sight Inspect the Springs that guide each appetite ; Who with unfathom'd searches hourly pierce The dark Recesses of the Universe , Be passive , whilst the Faculty pretend Our Charter with unhallow'd hands to rend ? If all the Fiends that in low darkness reign , Be not the Fictions of a sickly Brain ; That Project , the * Dispensary , they call , Before the Moon can blunt her Horns , shall fall . With that a glance from mild Aurora's Eyes , Shoots thro' the Crystal Kingdoms of the Skies ; The Savage Kind in Forests cease to roame , And Sots o'recharg'd with nauseous Loads reel home . Light 's chearful smiles o're th' azure waste are spread , And Miss from Inns o' Court bolts out unpaid . The Sage transported at th' approaching hour , Imperiously thrice thunder'd on the Floor ; Officious Squirt that moment had access , His trust was great , his vigilance no less . To him thus Horoscope . My kind Companion in this dire affair , Which is [ more light , since thou assum'st a share ; Fly with what hast , thou us'd to do of old , When Clyster was in danger to be cold : With expedition on the Beadle call To summon all the Company to th' Hall. Away the trusty Coadjutor hies , Swift as from Phyal steam of Hartshorn flies . The Magus in the int'rim mumbles o're Vile terms of Art to some infernal Pow'r , And draws mysterious Circles on the Floor . But from the gloomy Vault no glaring Spright , Ascends to blast the tender bloom of Light. No mystick sounds from Hell's detested Womb , In dusky exhalations upwards come . And now to raise an Altar He decrees , To that devouring Harpy call'd Disease . Then Flow'rs in Canisters he hastes to bring , The wither'd product of a blighted Spring , With cold Solanum from the Pontick Shoar , The Roots of Mandrake and black Ellebore . And on the Structure next he heaps a load , Of Sassafras in chips and mastick Wood. Then from the Compter he takes down the File , And with Prescriptions lights the solemn Pyle . Feebly the Flames on clumsie Wings aspire , And smouldring Fogs of smoke benight the Fire . With sorrow he beheld the sad portent , Then to the Hag these Orizons he sent . Disease ! thou ever most propitious Pow'r , Whose soft Indulgence we perceive each Hour ; Thou that woud'st lay whole States and Regions wast , Sooner than we thy Cormorants shou'd fast ; If , in return , all Diligence we pay T' extend your Empire , and confirm your Sway , Far as the weekly Bills can reach around , From Kent-Street end to fam'd St. Giles's-Pound ; Behold this poor Libation with a Smile , And let auspicious Light break thro' the Pyle . He spoke : and on the Pyramid he laid Bay-Leaves and Vipers Hearts , and thus he said ; As These consume in this mysterious Fire , So let the curs'd Dispensary expire ; And as Those crackle in the Flames and dye , So let its Vessels burst , and Glasses flie . But a sinister Cricket straight was hear'd , The Altar fell , and th' Off'ring disappear'd . As the fam'd Wight the Omen did regret , Squirt brought the News the Company was met . Nigh where Fleet-Ditch descends in sable Streams , To wash his sooty Naiads in the Thames ; There stands a * Structure on a rising Hill , Where Tyro's take their Freedom out to kill . Some Pictures in these dreadful Shambles tell , How by the Delian God the Pithon fell ; And how Medea did the Philter brew , That cou'd in Aeson's Veins young force renew ; How sanguine Swains their Amorous Hours repent , When Pleasure 's past , and Pains are permanent ; And how frail Nymphs , oft by abortion aim To lose a Substance , to preserve a Name . Soon as each Member in his rank was plac'd , Th' Assembly Diasenna thus address'd . My kind Confederates , if my poor intent , As 't is sincere , had been but prevalent ; We'd met upon a more serene Design , And on no other bus'ness but to dine ; The Faculty had still maintain'd their sway , And int'rest had directed us t' obey ; Then we 'd this only emulation known , Who best cou'd fill his Purse , and thin the Town . But now from gath'ring Clouds Destruction pours , And threatens with mad rage our Halcyon Hours : Mists from black Jealousies the Tempest form , And late Divisions reinforce the Storm . Know , when these Feuds , like those at Law , are past , The Winners will be Losers at the last . Like Heroes in Sea-Fights we seek Renown , To Fire some hostile Ship , we Burn our own . That Jugler which another's Slight will show , But teaches how the World his own may know . Thrice happy were those Golden days of old , When dear as Burgundy , Ptisans were sold. When Patients chose to dye with better will , Than live to pay th' Apothecaries Bill . And cheaper , than for our assistance call , Might yield to Fine for Sheriff Spring and Fall. But now late Jars our practices detect , For Mines , when once discover'd , lose th' Effect Dissentions , like small Streams , are first begun , Scarce seen they rise , but gather as they run . So Lines that from their Parallel decline , More they advance , the more they still dis-joyn . 'T is therefore my advice , in haste we send , And beg the Faculty to be our Friend . As he revolving stood to speak the rest , Rough Colocynthis thus his rage express'd . Thou scandal of the mighty Paeans Art , At thy approach , the Springs of Nature start , The Nerves unbrace : Nay at the sight of thee A Scratch turns Cancer , th' Itch a Leprosie . Cou'd'st thou propose that we the Friends o' Fates , Who fill Church-yards , and who unpeople States , Who baffle Nature , and dispose of Lives , Whilst Russel , as we please , or starves , or thrives ; Shou'd e're submit to their imperious Will , Who out o' Consultation scarce can kill ? Th' aspiring Alps shall sooner sink to Vales , And Leaches , in our Glasses , swell to Whales ; Or Norwich trade in Implements of Steel , And Bromingham in Stuffs and Druggets deal : The Sick to th' Hundreds sooner shall repair , And change the Gravel Pits for Essex Air. No , no , the Faculty shall soon confess Our Force encreases , as our Funds grow less ; And what requir'd such Industry to raise , We 'll scatter into nothing as we please . Thus they 'l acknowledge to Annihilate , Shows as immense a Power as to Create . We 'l raise our num'rous Cohorts , and oppose The feeble Forces of our Pigmy Foes ; Whole Troops of Quacks shall joyn us on the Place , From great Kirleus , down to Doctor Case . Tho' Such vile Rubbish sink , yet we shall rise , Directors still secure the greatest Prize . Such poor Supports serve only like a stay , The Tree once fix'd , its Rest is torn away . So Patriots , in the times of Peace and Ease , Forget the Fury of the late Disease : Imaginary Dangers they Create , And loath th' Elixir which preserv'd the State. Arm therefore , gallant Friends , 't is Honour's call , Or let us boldly Fight , or bravely Fall. To this the Session seem'd to give consent , Much lik'd the War , but dreaded much th' Event . At length , the growing diff'rence to compose , Two Brothers nam'd Ascarides arose . Both had the Volubility of Tongue , In Meaning faint , but in Opinion strong . To speak they both assum'd a like pretence , But th' Elder gain'd his just preeminence ; Then he : 'T is true when Priviledge and Right Are once invaded , Honour bids us Fight . But to the fatal Field before we fly , We 'll first reflect , and then consider why . Suppose th' unthinking Faculty unvail , What we , thro' wiser Conduct ; wou'd conceal ; Is 't Reason we shou'd quarrel with the Glass That shows the monstrous Features of our Face ? Or grant some grave Pretenders have of late Thought fit an Innovation to Create ; Soon they 'l repent , what rashly they begun , Tho' Projects please , Projectors are undone . All Novelties must this success expect ; When good , our Envy ; and when bad , neglect : If things of Use were valu'd , there had been Some Work-house , where the Monument is seen . Or if the Voice of Reason cou'd be hear'd , E're this , triumphal Arches had appear'd . Then since no Veneration is allow'd , Or to the real or th' appearing good ; The Project that we vainly apprehend , Must , as it blindly rose , as vilely end . Some Members of the Faculty there are , Who Int'rest prudently to Oaths prefer . Our Friendship with a servile air they court , And their Clandestine Arts are our support . Them we 'l Consult about this Enterprise , And boldly Execute what they Advise . But from below ( whilst such resolves they took ) Some Aurum Fulminans the * Fabrick shook . The Champions daunted at the crack retreat , Regard their Safety , and their Rage forget . So thus at Bathos , when the Gyants strove T' invade the Skies , and wage a War with Iove ; Soon as the Ass of old Silenus bray'd , The trembling Rebels in confusion fled . The Dispensary . CANTO IV. NOT far from that most famous Theater , Where wandring Punks each Night at five re - [ pair ; Where purple Emperors in Buskins tread , And rule imaginary Worlds for Bread ; Where Bently by old Writers wealthy grew , And Briscoe Iately was undone by New : There triumphs a Physician of Renown ; To scarce a Mortal , but Himself , unknown . None e're was plac'd more luckily than He , For th' exercise of such a Mystery . When Bu — ss deafens all the listning press . With Peals of most seraphick Emptiness ; Or when Mysterious F — n mounts on high To preach his Parish to a Lethargy : This Aesculapius waits hard by to ease The Martyrs of such Christian Cruelties . Long has this happy Quarter of the Town , For Lendness , Wit , and Gallantry been known . All Sorts meet here , of whatsoe're degree , To blend and justle into Harmony . The Politicians of Parnassus prate , And Poets canvass the affairs of State ; The Cits ne're talk of Trade , and Stock , but tell How Virgil writ , how bravely Turnus fell . The Country Dames drive to Hippolito's , First find a Spark , and after lose a Nose . The Lawyer for lac'd-Coat the Robe does quit , He grows a Mad-man , and then turns a Wit. And in the Cloyster pensive Strephon waits , Till Chloe's Hackny comes , and then retreats . And if th' ungenerous Nymph a Shaft le ts flie More fatally than from a sparkling Eye , Mirmillo , that fam'd Opifer , is nigh . Th' Apothecaries thither throng to dine , And want of Elbow-room's supply'd in Wine . Cloy'd with Variety they surfeit there , Whilst the wan Patients on thin Gruel fare . 'T was here the Champions o' th' Party met , Of their Heroick Enterprize to treat . Each Heroe a tremendous Air put on , And stern Mirmillo in these Words begun . 'T is with concern , my Friends , I meet you here ; No Grievance you can know , but I must share . 'T is plain , my Int'rest you 've advanc'd so long , Each Fee , tho' I was mute , wou'd find a Tongue . And in return , tho' I have strove to rend Those Statutes , which on Oath I should defend ; Yet that 's a Trifle to a generous Mind , Great Services , as great Returns should find . And you 'l perceive , this Hand , when Glory calls , Can brandish Arms , as well as Urinals . Oxford and all her passing Bells can tell , By this Right Arm , what mighty numbers fell . Whilst others meanly ask'd whole Months to slay , I oft dispatch'd the Patient in a Day : With Pen in hand I push'd to that degree , I scarce had left a Wretch to give a Fee. Some sell by Laudanum , and some by Steel , And Death in ambush lay in ev'ry Pill . For save or slay , this Priviledge we claim , Tho' Credit suffers , the Reward 's the same . What tho' the Art of Healing we pretend , He that designs it least , is most a Friend . Into the right we err , and must confess , To Oversights we often owe Success . Thus Bessus got the Battel in the Play , His glorious Cowardise restor'd the Day . So the fam'd Grecian Piece ow'd its desert To Chance , and not the labour'd Stroaks of Art. Physicians , if they 're wise , shou'd never think Of any other Arms than Pen and Ink. But th' Enemy , at their expence , shall find , When Honour calls , I 'll scorn to stay behind . He said ; and Seal'd the Engagement with a Kiss , Which was return'd by th' Younger Askaris ; Who thus advanc'd ; Each word , Sir , you impart Has something Killing in it , like your Art. How much we to your boundless Friendship owe , Our Files can speak , and your Prescriptions show . Your Ink descends in such excessive Showrs , 'T is plain , you can regard no Health but ours . Whilst Poor Pretenders trifle o're a Case , You but appear , and give the Coup de Grace . O that near Xanthus Banks you had but dwelt , When Ilium first Achaian Fury felt , The Flood had curs'd young Peleus Arm in vain , For troubling his choak'd Streams with heaps of slain . No Trophies you had left for Greeks to raise , Their ten Years toil , you 'd finish'd in ten Days . Fate smiles on your Attemps , and when you list , In vain the Cowards fly , or Brave resist . Then let us Arm , we need not fear Success , No labours are too hard for Hercules . Our military Ensigns we 'll display ; Conquest pursues , where Courage leads the way . To this Design fly Querpo did agree , A worthless Member of the Faculty ; Drain'd from an Elder 's Loins with awkard gust , In Lees of Stale Hypocrisie and Lust. His Sire 's pretended pious Steps he treads , And where the Doctor fails , the Saint succeeds . A Conventicle flesh'd his greener Years , And his full Age th' envenom'd Rancour shares . Thus Boys hatch Game Fggs under Birds o' prey , To make the Fowl more furious for the Fray. Dull Carus next discover'd his intent , With much adoe explaining what he meant . His Spirits stagnate like Cocitus's Flood , And nought but Calentures can warm his Blood. In his chill Veins the sluggish Puddle flows , And loads with lazy Fogs his sable Brows . The brainless Wretch claims a Preeminence In setling Lunaticks , and helping Sense . So when Perfumes their fragrant Scent give o're , Nought can their Odour , like a Jakes , restore . When for Advice the vulgar throng , he 's found With lumber o' vile Books besieg'd around . The gazing Fry acknowledge their Surprize , Consulting less their Reason than their Eyes . And He perceives it stands in greater stead , To furnish well his Classes , than his Head. Thus a weak State , by wise Distrust , enclines To num'rous Stores , and Strength in Magazines . So Fools are always most profuse of Words , And Cowards never fail of longest Swords . Abandon'd Authors here a Refuge meet , And from the World , to Dust and Worms retreat . Here Dregs and Sediment of Auctions reign , Refuse of Fares , and Gleanings of Duck-lane ; And up these shelves , much Gothick Lumber climbs ' With Swiss Philosophy , and Danish Rimes . And hither , rescu'd from the Grocers , come M — Works entire , and endless Rheams of Bloom . Where wou'd the long neglected C — s fly , If bounteous Carus shou'd refuse to buy ? But each vile Scribler's happy on this score , He 'll find some Carus still to read him o're . Nor must we the obsequious Umbra spare , Who , soft by Nature , yet declar'd for War. But when some Rival Pow'r invades on Right , Flys set on Flys , and Turtles Turtles fight . Else courteous Umbra to the last had been Demurely meek , insipidly serene . With Him , the present still some Virtues have , The Vain are sprightly , and the Stupid , grave . The Slothful , negligent ; the Foppish neat ; The Lewd are airy , and the Sly discreet . A Wren's an Eagle , a Baboon a Beau ; C — t a Lycurgus , and a Phocion , R — . Heroick Ardour now th' Assembly warms , Each Combatant breaths nothing but Alarms . And whilst the Scheme for future Glory 's laid , Fam'd Horoscope thus offers to disswade . Since of each Enterprise th' Event's unknown , Let 's quit the Sword , and hearken to the Gown . Nigh lives Vagellius , one reputed long , For Strength of Lungs , and Pliancy of Tongue . Which way He pleases , he can mould a Cause , The Worst has Merits , and the Best has Flaws , Five Guinneas make a Criminal to Day , And ten to Morrow wipe the Stain away . Whatever he affirms is undeny'd , Milo's the Lecher , Clodius th' Homicide . Cato pernicious , Cataline a Saint , Or — rd suspected , D — comb innocent . Let 's then to Law , for 't is by Fate decreed , Vagellius , and our Mony , shall succeed . Know , when I first invok'd Disease by Charms T' assist , and be propitious to our Arms ; Ill Omens did the Sacrifice attend , Nor wou'd the Sybil from her Grot ascend . As Horoscope urg'd farther to be heard , He thus was interrupted by a Bard. In vain your Magick Mysteries you use , Such sounds the Sybil's Sacred Ears abuse . These Lines the pale Divinity shall raise , Such is the Pow'r of Sound , and Force of Lays . * Arms meet with Arms , Fauchions with Fauchions clash , And sparks of Fire struck out from Armour flash . Thick Clouds of Dust contending Warriours raise , And hideous War o're all the Region brays . * Some raging ran with huge Herculean Clubs , Some massy Balls of Brass , some mighty Tubs Of Cynders bore . — * Naked and half burnt Hulls , with hideous wreck , Affright the Skies , and fry the Oceans back , * High Rocks of Snow , and sailing Hills of Ice , Against each other with a mighty crash , Driven by the Winds , in rude rencounter dash . * Blood , Brains , and Limbs the highest Walls distain , And all around lay squallid Heaps of Slain . As he went rumbling on , the Fury straight Crawl'd in , her Limbs cou'd scarce support her Weight . A noysom Rag her pensive Temples bound , And faintly her parch'd Lips these Accents sound . Mortal , how dar'st thou with such Lines address My awful Seat , and trouble my Recess ? In Essex Marshy Hundreds is a Cell , Where lazy Fogs , and drissing Vapours dwell : Thither raw Damps on drooping Wings repair , And shiv'ring Quartans shake the sickly Air. There , when fatigu'd , some silent Hours I pass , And substitute Physicians in my place . Then dare not , for the future , once rehearse Th' offensive Discord of such hideous Verse . But in your Lines let Energy be found , And learn to rise in Sense , and sink in Sound . Harsh words , tho' pertinent , uncooth appear , None please the Fancy , who offend the Ear. In Sense and Numbers if you wou'd excel , Read W — y , consider D — den well . In one , what vigorous turns of Fancy shine , In th' other , Syrens warble in each Line . If D — sets sprightly Muse but touch the Lyre , The Smiles and Graces melt in soft desire , And little Loves confess their amorous Fire . The Tyber now no gentle Gallus sees , But smiling Thames enjoys his N — bys . And gentle Isis claims the Ivy Crown , To bind th' immortal Brows of A — son . As tuneful C — greve trys his rural Strains , Pan quits the Woods , the list'ning Fawns the Plains ; And Philomel , in Notes like his , complains . And Britain , since Pausanias was writ , Knows Spartan Virtue , and Athenian Wit. When St — ny paints the Godlike Acts of Kings , Or P — r some Facetious Fancy sings : The Banks of Rhine a pleas'd Attention show , And Silver Sequena forgets to flow . Such just Examples carefully read o're , Slide without falling , without straining soar . Oft tho' your Stroaks surprize , you shou'd not choose , A Theme so mighty for a Virgin Muse. Long did Apelles his Fam'd Piece decline , His Alexander was his last Design . 'T is M — gue's rich Vein alone must prove , None but a Phidias shou'd attempt a Iove . She said ; and as She vanisht from their Sight , She cry'd , to Arms ; so left the Realms of Light. The Combatants to th' Enterprize consent , And the next day smil'd on the great Event . The Dispensary . CANTO V. WHen the still Night , with peaceful Poppies crown'd , Had spread her shady Pinions o're the Ground ; And slumbring Chiefs of painted Triumphs dream , Whilst Groves and Streams are the soft Virgin 's Theme . The Surges gently dash against the Shoar , Flocks quit the Plains , and Gally-Slaves the Oar. Sleep shakes its downy Wings o're mortal Eyes , Mirmillo is the only Wretch , it Flies . He finds no respite from his anxious Grief , Then seeks from this Soliloquy relief . Long have I reign'd unrival'd in the Town , And great as my Ambition's my Renown . There 's none can dye with due Solemnity , Unless his Pass-port first be sign'd by Me. My arbitrary Bounty 's undeny'd , I give Reversions , and for Heirs provide . None cou'd the tedious Nuptial State support ; But I , to make it easie , make it short . I set the discontented Matrons free , And ransom Husbands from Captivity . And shall so useful a Machin as I Engage in civil Broyls , I know not why ? No , I 'll endeavour strait a Peace , and so I save my Honour , and my Person too . But Discord , that still haunts with hideous Mien Those dire Abodes where Hymen once has been , O're-heard Mirmillo reas'ning in his Bed ; Then raging inwardly the Fury said . Have I so often banisht lazy Peace From her dark Solitude , and lov'd Recess ? Have I made S — th and S — lock disagree , And puzzle Truth with learn'd Obscurity ? And does my faithful Fer — son profess His Ardour still for Animosities ? Have I , Britannia's Safety to insure , Expos'd her naked , to be more secure ? Have I made Parties opposite , unite , In monstrous Leagues of amicable Spight . T' embroyl their Country , whilst the common Cry , Is Freedom , but their Aim , the Ministry ? And shall a Dastard's Cowardise prevent The War so long I 've labour'd to foment ? No , 't is resolv'd , he either shall comply , Or I 'll renounce my wan Divinity . With that , the Hag approach'd Mirmillo's Bed , And taking Querpo's meager Shape , She said ; I come , altho' at Midnight , to dispel , Those Tumults in your pensive Bosom dwell . I dream't , but now , my Friend , that you were by ; Methought I saw your Tears , and heard you sigh . O that 't were but a Dream ! But sure I find Grief in your Looks , and Tempests in your Mind . Speak , whence it is this late disorder flows , That shakes your Soul , and troubles your Repose . Erroneous Practice scarce cou'd give you Pain , Too well you know the Dead will ne're complain . What Looks discover , said the Homicide , Wou'd be but too impertinent to hide . My Stars direct me to decline the Fight ; The way to serve our Party , is to write . How many , said the Fury , had not split On Shelves so fatal , if they ne're had writ ! Had C — h printed nothing of his own , He had not been the S — fold o' the Town . Asses and Owls unseen themselves betray , If These attempt to Hoot , or Those to Bray . Had We — y never aim'd in Verse to please , We had not rank'd him with our Ogilbys . Still Censures will on dull Pretenders fall , A Codrus shou'd expect a Iuvenal . Ill Lines , but like ill Paintings , are allow'd To set off , and to recommend the good . So Diamonds take a Lustre from their Foyle ; And to a B — ly 't is , we owe a B — le . Consider well the Talent you possess , To strive to make it more wou'd make it less ; And recollect what Gratitude is due , To Those whose Party you abandon now . To Them you owe your odd Magnificence , But to your Stars your penury of Sense . Haspt in a Tombril , awkardly you 've shin'd With one fat Slave before , and none behind . But soon , what They 've exalted They 'l discard , And set up Carus , or the City Bard. Alarm'd at this , the Heroe Courage took , And Storms of Terrour threaten'd in his Look . My dread Resolves , he cry'd , I 'l straight pursue , The Fury smil'd , and sullenly with-drew . In omnious Dreams Mirmillo spent the Night , And frightful Phantoms danc'd before his Sight . At length gay Morn smiles in the Eastern Skie , From rifling silent Graves the Sextons fly . The rising Mists skud o're the dewy Lawns , The Chanter at his early Matins yawns . The Violets ope their Buds , Cowslips their Bells , And Progne , her Complaint of Tereus , tells . As bold Mirmillo the gray dawn descries , Arm'd Cap-a-pe , where Honour calls , he flies And finds the Legions planted at their Post ; Where Querpo in his Armour shone the most . His Shield was wrought , if we may credit Fame By Mulciber , the Mayor of Bremigham . A Folliage of dissembl'd Senna Leaves , Grav'd round its Brim , the wondring sight deceives . Embost upon its Feild , a Battel stood Of Leeches spouting Hemorrhoidal Blood. The Artist too exprest the solemn state Of grave Physicians at a Consult met ; About each Symptom how they Disagree , But how unanimous in case of Fee. And whilst one Assassin another plys , With starch'd Civilities , the Patient dyes . Beneath this Blazing Orb bright Querpo shone , Himself an Atlas , and his Sheild a Moon . A Pestle for his Truncheon led the Van , And his high Helmet was a Close stool-pan . His Crest an * Ibis , brandishing her Beak , And winding in loose Folds her spiral Neck . This , when the Young Querpoides beheld , His Face in Nurse's Breast the Boy conceal'd . Then peep 't , and with th' effulgent Helm wou'd play , But as the Monster gap'd , he 'd shrink away . Thus sometimes Joy prevail'd , and sometimes Fear , And Tears and Smiles alternate Passions were . But Fame that whispers each profound Design , And tells the Consultations at the Vine . And how at Church and Bar all gape and stretch , If Wi — ton but plead , or O — ly preach ; On nimble Wings to Warwick-Lane repairs , And what the Enemy intends , declares . Disorder'd Murmurs thro' the College pass , And pale Confusion glares in ev'ry Face . In hast a Council's call'd , th' Occasion 's great , And quick as Thought , the summon'd Members meet . Loud Stentor to th' Assembly had Access , None courted bus'ness more , or knew it less . True to Extreams , yet to dull Forms a Slave , He 's always dully gay , or vainly grave . With Indignation , and a daring Air , He paus'd a-while , and thus address'd the Chair . Machaon , whose Experience we adore , Great as your matchless Merits , is your Pow'r . At your Approach , the baffl'd Tyrant Death , Breaks his keen Shafts , and grinds his clashing Teeth . To you we leave the Conduct of the Day , What you command , your Vassals must obey . If this dread Enterprize you wou'd decline , We 'l send to treat , and stifle the Design . But if my Arguments had force , we 'd try To scatter our audacious Foes , or dye . What Stentor offer'd was by most approv'd , But sev'ral Voices several Methods mov'd . At length th' adventrous Heroes all agree T' expect the Foe , and act defensively . Into the Shop their bold Battallions move , And what their Chief commands , the rest approve . Down from the Walls they tear the Shelves in haste , Which , on their Flank , for Pallisades are plac'd . And then , behind the Compter rang'd , they stand , Their Front so well secur'd t' obey Command . And now the Scouts the adverse Host descry , Blew Aprons in the Air for Colours fly . With unresisted Force they urge their Way , And find the Foe embattel'd in Array . Then , from their level'd Syringes they pour The liquid Volly of a missive Show'r . Not Storms of Sleet , which o're the Baltick drive , Push't on by Northern Gusts , such Horrour give . Like Spouts in Southern Seas the Deluge broke , And Numbers sunk beneath th' impetuou Stroak . So when Leviathans Dispute the Reign , And uncontrol'd Dominion of the Main . From the rent Rocks whole Coral Groves are torn , And Isles of Sea-weed on the Waves are born . Such watry Stores from their spread Nostrils fly , 'T is doubtful , which is Sea , and which is Sky . And now the stagg'ring Braves , led by Despair , Advance , and to return the Charge prepare . Each seizes for his Sheild , an ample Scale , And the Brass Weights fly thick as showr's of Hail . Whole heaps of Warriours welter on the Ground , With Gally-Pots , and broken Phials crown'd , And th' empty Vessels the Defeat resound . Thus when some Storm its Chrystal Quarry rends , And Iove in ratling Show'rs of Ice descends ; Mount Athos shakes the Forests on his Brow , Whilst down his wounded Sides fresh Torrents flow , And Leaves and Limbs of Trees o're spread the vale below . But now , all Order lost , promiscuous Blows Confus'dly fall ; perplex'd the Battel grows . From Stentor's sinewy Arm an Opiate flys , And straight a deadly Sleep clos'd Carus Eyes . Chiron hit Siphilus with Calomel , And scaly Crusts from his maim'd Fore-head fell . At Colon great Iapix Rhubarb flung , Who with fierce Gripes , like those of Death , was stung ; And with an angry and revengefull Mien Hurl'd back Steel Pills , and hit Him on the Spleen . Scribonius a vast Eagle-stone let fly At Psylas , but Lucina put it by . And Querpo , warm'd with more than mortal Rage , Sprung thro' the Battel , Stentor to engage . Fierce was the Onset , the Dispute was great , Both cou'd not vanquish , Neither wou'd retreat . Each Combatant his Adversary mauls With batter'd Bed-pans , and stav'd Urinals . But as bold Stentor , eager of Renown , Design'd a fatal Stroak , he tumbl'd down ; And whilst the Victor , hov'ring o're him stood , With arms extended , thus the Suppliant su'd . When Honour 's lost 't is a relief to dye , Death 's but a sure retreat from Infamy . But to the lost , if pity might be shown , Think on Querpoides thy darling Son ; Mine's small as He , just such an infant Grace , Sports in his Eyes and flatters in his Face . If he was by , Compassion He 'd create , Or else lament his wretched Parent 's fate . Thine is the Glory , and the Field is thine ; To Thee the lov'd Dispensary I resign . The Chief at this the deadly Stroak declin'd , And found Compassion pleading in his Mind . But whilst He view'd with pity the Distress'd , He spy'd * Signetur writ upon his Breast . Then tow'rds the Skies He toss'd his threat'ning Head. And fir'd with mortal Indignation , said ; Sooner than I 'll from vow'd Revenge desist , His Holiness shall turn a Quietist . La Chase shall with the Iansenists agree , And th' Inquisition wink at Heresy . Faith stand unmov'd thro' S — fleet 's Defence , And L — k for Mystery abandon Sense . With that , unsheathing an Incision Knife , He offer'd at the prostrate Stentor's Life . But whilst his Thoughts that fatal Act decree , Apollo interpos'd in form of Fee. The Chief great Paean's golden Tresses knew , He own'd the God , and his rais'd Arm withdrew . Thus often at the Temple-Stairs we 've seen Two Tritons of a rough Athletick Mien , Sowrly dispute some quarrel of the Flood , With Knucles bruis'd , and Face besmear'd in blood . But at the first appearance of a Fare Both quit the Fray , and to their Oars repair . The Hero thus his Enterprise recalls , His Fist unclinches , and the Weapon falls . The Dispensary . CANTO VI. WHilst the shrill clangour of the Battel rings , Auspicious health appear'd on Zephir's Wings ; She seem'd a Cherub most divinely bright , More soft than Air , more gay than morning Light. A Charm she takes from each excelling Fair , And borrows C — ll's Shape , and G — ton's Air. Her Eyes like R — agh's their Beams dispence , With Ch — ill 's Bloom , and B — kley's Innocence . From her bright Lips a vocal Musick falls , Whilst to Machaon thus the Goddess calls . Enough th' atchievement of your Arms you 've shown , You seek a Triumph you shou'd blush to own . Hast to th' Elysian Fields , those bless'd abodes , Where Harvy sits among the Demi-Gods . Consult that sacred Sage , He 'll soon disclose The method that must terminate these woes . Let Celsus for that Enterprize prepare , His conduct to the Shades shall be my care . Aghast the Heroes stood dissolv'd in fear , A Form so heav'nly bright They cou'd not bear , Celsus alone unmov'd , the Sight beheld , The rest in pale confusion left the Field . So when the Pigmies marshal'd on the Plains ; Wage puny War against th' invading Cranes ; The Poppets to their bodkin Spears repair , And scatter'd Feathers flutter in the Air. But soon as ee'r th' imperial Bird of Jove Stoops on his sounding Pinions from above , Among the Brakes , the Fairy Nation crowds , And the Strimonian Squadron seeks the Clouds . And now the Delegate prepares to go And view the Wonders of the Realms below ; Then takes Amomum for the Golden Bough . Thrice did the Goddess with her Sacred Wand The Pavement strike ; and straight at her Command Th' obedient Surface opens , and descries A deep Descent that leads to nether Skies . Higeia to the silent Region tends ; And with his Heav'nly Guide the Charge descends . Within the Chambers of the Globe they spy The Beds where sleeping Vegetables lie : Till the glad Summons of a Genial Ray Unbinds the Glebe , and calls them out to Day . Hence Pancies trick themselves in various Hew , And hence Iunquils derive their fragrant Dew . Hence the Carnation , and the bashful Rose Their Virgin Blushes to the Morn disclose . Hence Arbours are with twining Greens array'd . T' oblige complaining Lovers with their Shade . And hence on Daphne's verdant Temples grow Immortal Wreaths , for Phoebus and Nassau . The Insects here their lingring Trance survive : Benumn'd they seem , and doubtful if alive . From Winter's Fury hither they repair , And stay for milder Skies and softer Air. Down to these Cells obscener Reptils creep ; And there the Nutes and painted Lizzards sleep . There shiv'ring Snakes the Summer Solstice wait ; Unfurl their painted Folds , and slide in State. Now , those profounder Regions they explore , Where Metals ripen in vast Cakes of Oar. Here , sullen to the Sight , at large is spread The dull unwieldy Mass of lumpish Lead . There , glimm'ring in their dawning Beds , are seen The more aspiring Seeds of sprightly Tin. The Copper sparkles next in ruddy Streaks ; And in the Gloom betrays its glowing Cheeks . The Silver then , with bright and burnish'd Grace , Youth and a blooming Lustre in its Face , To th' op'ning Arms of these lov'd Metals flyes ; And in the Folds of their Embraces lyes . So close they cling , so stubbornly retire ; Their Love 's more violent than the Chymist's Fire . Near These the Delegate with Wonder spies Where living Floods of Merc'ry serpentize : Where richest Metals their bright Beams put on , While Silver Streams thro' Golden Channels run . Here he observes the subterranean Cells , Where wanton Nature sports in idle Shells . Some Helicoeids , some Conical appear , These , Miters emulate , Those , Turbans are : Here Marcasites in various Figure wait , To ripen to a true Metallick State : Till Drops that from impending Rocks descend , Their Substance petrifie , and Progress end . Nigh , livid Seas of kindl'd Sulphur flow ; And , whilst enrag'd , their Fiery Surges glow : Convulsions in the lab'ring Mountains rise , And hurl their melted Vitals to the Skies . He views with Horror next the noisy Cave ; Where with hoars dinn th' imprison'd Tempests rave : Where Clam'rous Hurricanes attempt their Flight , Or , whirling in tumultuous Eddies , fight . And now the Goddess with her Charge descends , Where scarce one cheerful Glimpse their Steps befriends , Here his forsaken Seat old Chaos keeps ; And undisturb'd by Form , in Silence sleeps . A grisly Wight , and hideous to the Eye ; An awkard Lump of shapeless Anarchy . With sordid Age his Features are defac'd ; His Lands unpeopl'd , and his Countries waste . Here Lumber , undeserving Light , is kept , And P — p's Bill to this dark Region's swept : Where Mushroom Libels silently retire ; And , soon as born , with Decency expire . Upon a Couch of Iett in these Abodes , Dull Night , his melancholy Consort , nodds . No Ways and Means their Cabinet employ ; But their dark Hours they waste in barren Joy. Nigh this Recess , with Terror they survey , Where Death maintains his dread tyrannick Sway : I' th' middle of a dusky Cypress Grove , Where Goblins frisk , and Airy Spectres rove , Yawns a dark Cave most formidably wide ; And there the Monarch's Triumphs are descry'd . Within its Dreadful Jaws those Furies wait , Which execute the harsh Decrees of Fate . Febris is first : The Hagg relentless hears The Virgin 's Sighs ; and sees the Infant 's Tears . In her parch'd Eye-Balls fiery Meteors reign ; And restless Ferments revel in each Vein . Then Hydrops next appears amongst the Throng ; Bloated , and big , she slowly sails along . But , like a Miser , in Excess she ' s poor ; And pines for Thirst amidst her wat'ry Store . Now loathsome Lepra , that offensive Spright , With foul Eruptions stain'd , offends the Sight . She ' s deaf to Beauty's soft persuading Pow'r : Nor can bright Hebe's Charms her Bloom secure . Whilst meagre * Phthisis gives a silent Blow ; Her Stroaks are sure ; but her Advances slow . No loud Alarms , nor fierce Assaults are shown : She starves the Fortress first ; then takes the Town . Behind stood Crouds of much inferiour Name , Too num'rous to repeat , too soul to name ; The Vassals of their Monarch's Tyranny : Who , at his Nod , on fatal Errands fly . Now Celsus , with his glorious Guide , invade The silent Region of the fleeting Shades . Where Rocks and ruful Desarts are descry'd ; And sullen Styx rolls down his lazy Tide . Then shews the Ferry-man the Plant he bore , And claims his Passage to the further Shore . To whom the Stygian Pilot smiling , said , You need no Pass-port to demand our Aid . Physicians never linger on this Strand : Old Charon ne'er refuses their Command . Our awful Monarch and his Consort owe To them the peopl'ing of their Realms below . Then in his swarthy Hand he grasp'd his Oar , Receiv'd his Guests aboard , and shov'd from Shoar . Now , as the Goddess and her Charge prepare To breathe the Sweets of soft Elysian Air ; Upon the left they spy a pensive Shade , Who on his bended Arm had rais'd his Head : Pale Grief sate heavy on his careful Look : To whom , not unconcern'd , thus Celsus spoke : Tell me , Thou much afflicted Shade , why Sighs Burst from your Breast , and Torrents from your Eyes : And who those mangl'd Manes are which show A sullen Satisfaction at your Woe ? Since , said the Ghost , with Pity you 'll attend , Know , I 'm Guiacum , once your valu'd Friend . And on this barren Beach in Discontent , Am doom'd to stay till th' angry Pow'rs relent . Those Spectres seam'd with Scarrs , that threaten there , The Victims of my late ill Conduct are . They vex with endless Clamours my Repose : This wants his Palate ; That demands his Nose . And here they execute stern Pluto's Will , To ply me ev'ry moment with a Pill . Then Celsus thus : O much-lamented state ! How moving's the Disaster you relate . Methinks I recollect your former Air , But ah , how much you 're chang'd from what you were ? If Mortals e're the Stygian Power cou'd bend , Entreaties to their awful Seats I 'd send . But since no human Arts the Fates disswade , Direct me how to find bless'd Harvy's Shade . In vain th' unhappy Ghost still urg'd his stay , Then rising from the ground , he shew'd the way . Nigh the dull Shore a shapeless Mountain stood , That with a dreadful frown survey'd the Flood . It s fearful Brow no lively Greens puts on , No frisking Goats bound o'er the ridgy Stone . To gain the Summit the bright Goddess try'd , And Celsus follow'd , by degrees , his Guide . Th' Ascent thus conquer'd , now They towr on high , And tast th' indulgence of a milder Sky . Loose Breezes on their airy Pinions play , And with refreshing Sweets perfume the way . Cool streams thro flowry Meadows gently glide , And as They pass , their painted Banks they chide . These blissful Plains no Blites , nor Mildews fear , The Flowers ne'er fade , and Shrubs are Myrtles there . The Delegate observes with wondring Eyes Ambrosial Dews descend , and Incense rise . Then hastens onward to the pensive Grove , The silent Mansion of disastrous Love. No Winds but Sighs are there , no Floods but Tears , Each conscious Tree a tragick Signal bears . Their wounded Bark records some broken Vow , And Willow Garlands hang on ev'ry Bough . His Mistress here in solitude he found , Her down-cast Eyes fix'd on the silent ground : Her Dress neglected , and unbound her Hair , She seem'd the mournful image of Despair . How lately did this celebrated Thing Blaze in the Box , and sparkle in the Ring , Till the Green-sickness and Love's force betray'd To Death's remorsless arms th' unhappy Maid . Cold and confus'd the guilty Lover stood , The light forsook his Eyes , his Cheeks the Blood ; An icy horrour shiver'd in his Look , Then softly in these gentle words , He spoke : Tell me , dear Shade , from whence such anxious care Your Looks disorder'd and your Bosom bare ? Why thus you languish like a drooping Flow'r Crush'd by the weight of some unfriendly shower . Your pale Complexion your late Conduct tell , O that instead of Trash you 'd taken Steel . Then as he strove to clasp the fleeting Fair , His empty Arms confess'd th' impassive Air. From his Embrace the unbody'd Spectre flies , And as she mov'd , she chid him with her Eyes . They hasten now to that delighful Plain Where the glad Manes of the Bless'd remain : Where Harvy gathers Simples to bestow Immortal Youth on Hero's Shades below . Soon as the bright Higeia was in view The venerable Sage her Presence knew . Thus He — Hail blooming Goddess , Thou propitious Pow'r , Whose Blessings mortals next to Life implore . Such Graces in your heav'nly Eyes appear , That Cottages are Courts when you are there . Mankind , as you vouchsafe to smile or frown , Finds ease in Chains , or anguish in a Crown . With just resentments and contempt you see The mean dissentions of the Faculty ; How sick'ning Physick hangs her pensive head , And what was once a Science , now 's a Trade . Her Sons ne'er rifle her mysterious Store , But study Nature less , and Lucre more . I shew'd of old , how vital Currents glide , And the Meanders of their refluent Tyde . Then , Willis , why spontaneous Actions here , And whence involuntary Motions , there : And how the Spirits by mechanick Laws , In wild Cariers , tumultuous Riots cause . Nor wou'd our Wharton , Bates and Glisson lye In the Abyss of blind Obscurity . But now such wondrous Searches are forborn , And Paean's Art is by divisions torn . Then let your Charge attend , and I 'll explain How Physick her lost Lustre may regain . Haste and the matchless . Atticus Address From Heav'n , and great Nassau he has the Mace. Th' oppress'd to his Asylum still repair , Arts He supports , and Learning is his care . He softens the harsh rigour of the Laws , Blunts their keen Edge , and cuts their harpy Claws ; And graciously he casts a pitying Eye On the sad state of vertuous Poverty . When e'er he speaks , heav'ns ! how the list'ning Throng Dwells on the melting musick of his Tongue . His Arguments are th' Emblems of his Mein , Mild , but not faint , and forcing , tho' serene ; And when the power of Eloquence , He 'd try , Here , Lightning strikes you , there , soft Breezes sigh . To him you must your sickly state refer , Your Charter claims Him as your Visiter . Your Wounds he 'll close , and sov'reignly restore Your Science to the height it had before . Then Nassau's Health shall be your glorious Arm , His Life shou'd be immortal as his Name . Some Princes claims from Devastations spring , He condescends in pity to be King : And when , amidst his Olives plac'd , He stands , And governs more by Candour than Commands : Ev'n then not less a Heroe he appears , Than when his Laurel Diadem he wears . Wou'd but Apollo some great Bard inspire With sacred veh'mence of Poetick Fire ; To celebrate in Song that God-like Power , Which did the labouring Universe restore . Fair Albian's Cliffs wou'd Eccho to the Strain , And praise the Arm that Conquer'd to regain The Earth's repose , and Empire o'er the Main . Still may th' immortal Man his Cares repeat , To make his Blessings endless as they 're great : Whilst Malice and Ingratitude confess , They 've strove for Ruine long without success . Had some fam'd Heroe of the Latin blood , Like Iulius great , and like Octavius good , But thus preserv'd the sinking Latian Power , Rome had erected Columns ev'ry hour ; Loud Io's her proud Capitol had shook , And all the Statues of the Gods had spoke . No more , the Sage his Raptures cou'd pursue , He paus'd : and Celus with his Guide withdrew . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A42418-e80 The building of the Dispensary . Notes for div A42418-e5480 * Medicines made up there for the use of the Poor . * Apothecaries Hall. * The Room th' Apothecaries meet in , is over the Laboratory . Notes for div A42418-e8690 * K. Arth. p. 307. * K. Ar. p. 327 * Pr. Ar. p. 189. * Pr. Ar. p. 136. * K. Ar. p. 189. Notes for div A42418-e12410 * This Bird , according to the ancients , gives it self a Clyster with its Beek . * Those Members of the College that observe a late Statute , are call'd by the Apothecaries Signetur Men. Notes for div A42418-e16170 * Consumption .