Hymnus tabaci a poem in honour of tabaco. Heroïcally composed by Raphael Thorius: made English by Peter Hausted Mr of Arts Camb. Hymnus tabaci. English Thorius, Raphael, d. 1625. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A94292 of text R203756 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason E1369_1 E1369_2). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. 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Heroïcally composed by Raphael Thorius: made English by Peter Hausted Mr of Arts Camb. Hymnus tabaci. English Thorius, Raphael, d. 1625. Kinschot, Louis van, 1595-1647. Hausted, Peter, d. 1645. 73, [7], 8 p. Printed by T.N. for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the Princes Arms in St Pauls Churchyard, London : 1651. Editor's preface signed: Lud. à Kinschot. In verse. Running title reads: Tabaco. "Cheimonopegnion" has separate dated title page and pagination; register is continuous = Thomason E.1369[2]. Annotation on Thomason copy: "Jan: 27 1650"; imprint date crossed through. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Tobacco -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A94292 R203756 (Thomason E1369_1 E1369_2). civilwar no Hymnus tabaci: a poem in honour of tabaco. Heroïcally composed by Raphael Thorius: made English by Peter Hausted Mr of Arts Camb. Thorius, Raphael 1651 17351 13 45 0 0 0 0 33 C The rate of 33 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 John Pas Sampled and proofread 2008-11 John Pas Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion HYMNVS TABACI ; A POEM In honour of TABACO . Heroically Composed BY RAPHAEL THORIVS : Made English by PETER HAVSTED Mr of Arts CAMB . LONDON , Printed by T. N. for Humphrey Moseley , and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the Princes Arms in St Pauls Churchyard , 1651. LUDOWIC à KINSCHOT , To the READER . IT is almost two yeers , ( Curteous Reader ) since this Elegant Poem of Tabaco , by some notwithstanding either through negligence or ignorance main'd and mangled , came to our hands . Which being approv'd by men of most learned judgments , I thought it was in no wise longer by me to be suppress'd . But a perfect copy being hitherto wanting , I blush'd not to require it of the Author ; although at that time I was altogether unacquainted with him . Who , as he is most loving and Curteous , soon subscrib'd to our petition . He therfore sent me a copy , partly more adorn'd , and partly more augmented : With which he also sent other companions full of wit and pleasantness . These were certain letters , which to set in place of a preface , will be neither strange from the argument of the book or our intention . For it is far from me to arrogate to my self the labours of another man . The Author therefore of this work is Raphael Thorius , who as he is a Physitian famous , if any at this day , so is he also no vulgar Poet . The Argument indeed seems light , but what is handled by such a Physitian , doth not onely delight , but teach ; unless any man will object against the Siphylide of Fracastorius , who by an argument almost infamous got to himself so great a name . Thou shalt here see the invention of Tabaco ascrib'd to Bacchus ; how fitly , they cannot be ignorant , who as the Poet saith , Plerunque alternis admiscent pocula fumis . Be favourable therefore Curteous Reader , to this work , and enjoy it , and when thou dost recreate thy minde with reading it , remember the common Verse , Usus habet laudem , crimen abusus habet . LUD. à KINSCHOT . RAPHAEL THORIUS To LUDOWIC à KINSCHOT . FOr so great a benefit I give my utmost thanks most renowned Sir , not to you alone but to those great men also , Rutgersius , and Heinsius , by whose liberality and your own I have been so spendidly entertain'd : not as a stranger , but as the familiar Parish Priest , intending perhaps with my conceits to add unto your merriment . I never thought Apollo had bequeath'd so good an omen to this little Poem , as to make it acceptable to such palats , or that indeed it would have become the age of sixteen yeers being rashly put forth , unwarily undertak'n , and without care composed . Notwithstanding since by its own good fate , it hath found such courteous entertainment ; I will neither take from it the benefit of its own happy genious , nor deceive your expectation . But shall be rather liberal to those who are liberal , joyning a younger brother to it , something better habited : Both I freely offer to the judgements both of your self , and those before mentioned . Send it to the Press when you think best convenient : but being abroad , cherish it ; be favouroble also to the father , and defend against the censure of severe Cato's , an old man playing among children . But that I have given to you what to other friends hath been denied , the place and persons are sufficient reasons : for here it is a crime to be a Poet , neither is he accounted wise that after the first appearance of his beard , sleepes in Pernassus : Otherwise is your opinion , to whom the Muses in gray haires are acceptable , and who easily acquit Sophocles , his Tragedy being read , from the accusation of madness ; Moreover , being in this kind of learning esteem'd Princes , not undeservedly ye sustain the part of Judges , no man daring to contradict your sentence . And this doth also comfort me in throwing so hazardous a die , that what you have once approved , no man will venture to disprove . But to you , the best of men , I give many and particular thanks , that being in face unknown , you abounded in so much friendship toward me , that you thought me worthy of your love , and lastly have undertaken the care of this infant and helpless Poem : Which to requite , I can onely subscribe to your requests and remain a willing observe of your commands . I send you therefore the first hymn corrected , to which , more furniture being added , I have joyn'd the second . Although I had rather intitle them a book then a hymn : I should more carefully excuse the lightness of the subject , were not the argument sutable to my art : However it be , I never shall repent to appear upon the scene with such authorities . Your elegant Epigram I shall be glad to see in the front , to the ornament both of the Work and of the Work-man ; who , in the threshold of our friendship , gives you his hand as the pledge of his eternal fidelity . Farewel . London , Febr. 18. 1625. Omnibus Paeti-Sugis . MOrbifugae vires plantae , miracula stirpis Caelitus ostensae , partes diducit in omnes Thorius , & primo fumos orditur ab ovo . Vos quibus ad Patum vigilanti stertere naso , Fumigerisque placet replere vaporibus auras , Ore favete omnes . Coelo delabitur alto Planta beata , udo non aspernanda cerebro ; Scilicet in medijs habitat vis enthea fum●s , Et parvo ingentes clauduntur cortice vires . Ludicra narrantur ; sed & haec quoque seria ducunt Veraque sub ficto latitat sapientia Paeto . LUD. à KINSCHOT . In Paetologiam Doctissimi Raph. Thorij D. M. Amici intimi . QVod jam summa procul villarum culmina fumant , Quod fumos bibit omnis ager , bibit omnis ab Aula Ad caulam fumosa domus , quod pascere fumos Fumosos equitum cum Dictatore magistros , Quod pueros fumare juvat , fumare puellas , Mollius indignor : quin tecum ignosco puellis Et pueris , aulis , caulis , equitumque Magistris . Prime pater Paeti , fumantum gloria , THORI , Non fumum ex fulgore , sed ex fumo dare lucem Sedule ; Te praetore magis lippire decenter Quam lachrymâ ridente putant ; jucunda cuique Te Medico tussis cui nec pituita molesta est , Creditur instanes membris emungere morbos . At mihi quod sacra latet in vertigine multo Praecipuum est ; Hos te calices fecisse disertum : Haec aliquid certe fumo facundia debet . Faecundi calices , felix vertigo , saliva Nobilis , insignes lachrymae , gratissima tussis . Me quoque , si parcè videor laudare merentes Insolitas calicumque super praeconia laudes , Me quoque vicinis afflatum credite fumis , Et sicco titubare mero ; brevis iste futurus Est furor : exierit sensim vesania primi Turbinis , aggrediar stabilis de nare tepenti Fundere cum fumis quae vor per saecula vectent Verba vetentque mori , nolint Jovis ira velignes . Profumi ! sed & hic furor est ; ignosci evobis , Fumosoque mihi : cessem fumare , tacebo Sobrius , & sapiam , labris is encomia , linguâ , Dentibus occludam : quid enim , si THORIUS unum Arguit ipse sui reliquum fecisse stuporem ? IN EANDEM . CArmina sputantur fumi potoribus , audi Massiliae si quem fumea vina juvant , THORIUS exemplo docuit spumantia multum Pocula , fumantes omnia posse tubos . CONSTANTER . TABACO . BOOK I. OF harmelsse Bowles I mean to sing the praise , And th'Herb which doth the Poets fancy raise ; Aid me , O a Phoebus ; Thee I do invoke . Fill me a Pipe ( boy ) of that lusty smoke , That I may drink the God into my brain , And so inabled , write a buskin'd strain , For nothing great or high can come from thence , Where that blest Plant denies his influence . No Mortal had the honour to descry This noble Herb first , but a Diety ; 'T was found by Bacchus , when the God wound up To his true height , by his own charming Cup , Led th' Indians forth under the warlike b Spear , Whose glittering head an Ivy Twine did wear ; And the all-Soveraign Weed being found out thus , Too late ( alas ) hath been made known to us . The twice-born Liber seeing that his Foes ( Whom the parch'd desart Cliffs as yet inclose ) Had furious war begun , with hot alarms , Doth call his Ivy-crowned troops to arms , And the swift Lynxes to be yoak'd , commands ; The great Bassarides in order'd bands , March with their valiant Leader to the Field ; And all his furious Priests obedience yeild To his behests , and follow : nor yet will c Silenus ( though grown old ) at home sit still . The Drugdges and the Carriages go next , And amongst them is led ( " an ample Text , For Antiquaries to glosse on ) the sage Silenus saddle-Asse , grown lame with age ; The fearfull Indians here and there do fly ; And while they sought their flying enemy , The weary Troops having too long in vain Wandred about upon the sandy Plain , Grow faint , and their provisions all are spent , And Bacchus wants what he himself first lent Unto us Men , the liquor of the Vine . ( " Pity that he who gave , should e're lack Wine ! ) The d old mans Vessel too being quite drawn dry , Does in this Chariot overturned ly . The e Maenades and Satyrs , and the rout Of untam'd youth ( impatient of the drought ) Do wound the intrals of their Mother Earth , Longing to see some gentle spring gush forth . But all in vain , necessity makes them bold To taste the salt drink ; their own bladder hold Unnatural draughts ! but yet such is their woe , That those unnatural draughts do fail them too . So Tyrant-like , Thirst in their bodies reigns , All moisture does forsake their dryed veins . The sterner face of horrour now controuls The sinking Troops ; Some breathe their toasted souls Out of their reeking jaws ; others are found To own borrow supplies from their mutual wound ; Who finding too those Fountains to grow dry , In a despair drink their last Cup and dy . While thus the Army is about to fall , And generall death is threatned over all , f A Courteous Vale , which not far off did die , Presents a fair hope to the fainting Eie ; An obscure Herbage shews a doubtful face , Confused made by distance of the place . At which the nimble-sighted Evius cri'd , O my companions , let 's awhile abide : Why with disgrace should we forsake the Field ? Yon neighbour-Vale will us wish'd succour yeild . These words applyed Balsame to their sore , And made them close those veins they broach'd before . Which having done slow , yet labour'd pace , ( As weaknesse would permit ) they reach the place . And being there , behold a Wood o're spread With vast thick leaves , lifts up its brisking head , Offering his aid , " a wel-grown Plant , and tall , Which we of later times Tabaco call . Bacchus o're-joy'd , salutes the powerful Weed , Hail thou that art our help in greatest need ; I do acknowledge thee a gift Divine , And of near kindred to that * Tree of mine . More he had said , but that his followers deaf Unto such Courtship , pluck the long'd-for leaf , Which they betwixt their green-di●d teeth do bite , And with if slake their barking appetite . Not so , Silenus : many years had made Him wiser far , to taste he is afraid : Not his own ill , the danger of his Mates Shall teach the vertue of their new-found Cates . Not is it long before th' event discries The uncouth power that in Tabaco lies ; Through the whole Camp ( a wondrous thing to tell , ) Like drunken men , they vomited and fell . The Earth doth seem to glide in Circlewise , ( " * Copernicus from hence learnt his device , ) And their sick brains beleeve the Heavens in love To meet the rising Earth , do downwards move . A most invincible desire of sleep Doth seize them all ; the Goat-foot Satyrs keep Lowd snortings on the Lands , and by their side The f Mimallons ( or femall Priests ) abide Lock'd up in Silence , ( in a happy hower . " Most blessed Drug , hadst thou no other power ? ) But this not long : New life and Spirits apace Run back t' inform each member , and do chase Dull drowsinesse from them ; now again they rise , Their feet are firm , lightning comes frō their eies . With brawny arms they shake the leavy Spear , And with loud cries do wish the Foe were near . Silenus sees , and wonders to behold Th' infeebled Host so suddenly grown bold ; O my good Friends , he cries , we came not hither Without some God propitious to us ; neither Let us forget still to confesse the same , And sing just praises to great Bacchus name . Nor let us be ashamed now to call Tabaco our Health , our Spirit , our Life , our All ; Who but for that had fell , for ought we know , A sacrifice to the insulting Foe ; The weak unto the powerful ; and so wee Had yeilded them a bloudlesse victorie : But let them now come on , and they shall find Our strength grown great , to that as great a mind . Yet let us carefull be ; though we have gain'd A Gift from Heav'n , it must not be profan'd By blind and ignorant usage : for this know , If old Silenus any skil does owe To his gray hairs , some secret poison lies In the rare Plant , hid from our outward eies . Trust not the green juice then unto your Maw , Eat not the Leaf , there 's danger in it raw : Phoebus shall cook it for us , so we may Take wholesome draughts purg'd by his searching ray . For sure kind Nature , if we may be bold So far her Cabinet-Councels to unfold , Invented it a Banquet for the Brain , Not for the Belly . Let each lusty Swain Rub the dri'd herb then twixt his hands ; wch done And hous'd in Pipes , let us intreat the Sun To fire it for us , that the warm Cloud may ( Being subtle grown , and apt to find the way ) With the more ease the winding Stair obtain , Which leads unto the Chamber of the Brain . Silenus thus commanded , they obey ; Part of the Satyrs without all delay Prepare the Canes , and some the Leaves do break Into a dust-like substance ; others take The Pipes and fill them , nothing now but fire Is wanting to them ; which they all desire . The old g Man from his Wallet draws a Glasse Which in old time the quaint invention was Of bold Prometheus , when ( to get a name ) He from Heav'ns Furnace stole th'Eternall Flame . Lo , here is fire , he saith ; that said , he lays Dry'd Leaves together ; and that done , assays To catch the Sun-beams ; to those leaves applies His Glasse , which round does from the Center rise . The darted rays like to sword points , do wound The yeilding fewel on the parched ground ; Heat by degrees steals in , and lodges there , Whence Smoke is sent to tell that fire is neare . The Satyrs all applaud him , and do bear Their * Master on their Shoulders , up they rear Their voices to the stars : but th'old Sire first Adventures with the Pipe to quench his thirst . From thence he gently sucks a precious Cloud , Which his wide nosthrils vent again : aloud The Satyrs laugh ; but he fill'd with delight To taste the sudden sweetnesse , findes new might Disperst through his whole body , like as when Crown'd Bowls do adde quick Spirits unto men . Moisture returns into his mouth ; no more Salt thirst or bitter hunger ( as before ) Afflicts him ; onely a short giddinesse Makes his legs fail , and temperate sweat does dresse His face in pearly drops : but yet not long , They vanish , he remains unhurt and strong . Under the Covert of the cooling shade , Which by the thick-leav'd Indian plant was made , Silenus lays him down , and being there , Began to tell how Sciences first were Made known to Mortals ; and most liberall Of the rich treasure of his mind , does fall To speak of Natures Secrets , and rare powers , So with sweet talk cheating the slow-pac'd howers . The youthfull Crue do imitate their Syre , And their Tabaco in their Pipes they fire ; But yet unskill'd to nose it right , it rears A Coughing , not without some grieflesse tears . While merry thus they sport them on the grasse , Behold , their Messengers , who long ( alasse ) Had been expected , do return , and bring Plenty of Wine and Victuals to their King And Camp , at which Eccho's of joy do tear Wth loud and pleasant notes the passive air . Their Pipes they tune to song , and high in mirth , Low they do bow their knees towards the Earth Unto the Men which did the Bottles bring ; ( Such petulant Sport through the whole Host did ring ) Nor yet the old mans lame and crazie Asse Being return'd , can unsaluted passe . With junkets first , next they do chear their Souls With lusty Wines , Checkering their Pipes & Bowls . All things are fill'd with Smoak , songs , dances , cries ; Till midnight pours sweet sleep into their eyes . The Morn no sooner with her rosie wing , Had fann'd cool air upon them , but their King , The carefull Bacchus , summons them to rise : The like does good Silenus , and applies Sage counsell to the Army , who the night Before had been steeped in soft delight . Enough , my friends , enough , y' have given the reign To Wine and Mirth , be now your selves again ; Call back your wonted Anger to your brow , And think of nought but Wars and Conquest now . Compose your Arms then to a present Fight , The Foe is near perhaps , though out of sight ; In order'd ranks march on ; but first take heed To store your selves with our new precious Weed , Made ready for your Pipes , your Pipes made fit Unto your mouths , with fire to kindle it , And suddenly with this prodigious face Of smoke and horrour , we the Foe shall chase . Be men , and doubt not but eternall Fame Shall Trumpet unto after-times , your name . This said , with nimble diligence they all Strive who shall first obey their Generall ; Who by this time is in his Chariot , prest For Action , eminent above the rest : And by his Chariot ( slowly as he can ) The unkemb'd Asse carries the good h old man ; For war unmeet , yet eloquent , and fit For sage advice , when dangers call for it . The numerous Host with equall wings does fly , And with stout spirits wish for th' Enemy , Who is at hand ; for presently * he rears Over the neighbour Hill his growing Spears . The bloud begins to boyl in Bacchus brest , Some shake their brazen Timbrels , and the rest Beat up their warlike Drums : but all combine To whet their resty anger with good Wine . Their ready Pipes are fir'd , and with their breath , They cast a mist before the face of death : Breathing out fire and smoak , they forward goe In Enquipage to meet the coming Foe . A sudden fear and trembling does possess Th' affrighted * Indians , who suppose no less Then the dire sooty powers of Hell to bee Marching against them ; part of their Army flee , And wisely wary , fearing future harms , Trust rather to their Legs , then to their Arms : Some do for mercy crave , and without stroke , Submit their willing necks unto the yoke : But quickly ( though too late ) their eyes grow clear , To see their errour and their Panick fear . Asham'd to be deluded so , they cry , They blush and sigh for their lost liberty , But Bacchus chears them , 〈◊〉 whom cannot Bacchus chear ? So temper'd with a sweetness he doth bear His awfull Majesty , that they grow glad By such a band so to be vanquished ; One day doth see , ( " as they would mingle souls , ) The Victors and the Conquer'd mingling Bowles Without all diffrence , as if equally They both had sacrific'd to Victory . The Wine grows busie , and betwixt each Cup ( " As in a Play 'twixt th' Acts ) their Pipes strike up ; They do admire their native Herb , but yet Grieve they no sooner knew the use of it . Thus they with Smoke their inward Cares do smother , And so by one Cloud do expel another . Thence was the famous Plant at first made known To men ; and thus have I it's Cradle shown . What vertues in the noble Weed do rest , What Constitutions it agrees with best , And what diseases it will cure , is now Thy Task , my Muse . " Rub my contracted brow , And waken all the heat that 's in my Brain , To adde a Genius to another Strain . Tabaco King of Plants I well may call ; Others have single vertues , this hath all . All Herbs to him do loyall homage yeild , The vanqush'd Hellebore leaves him the Field , The loos'ning Rhubarb too , and merry Vine , The Balsam good for wounds , the Beans for swine ; Field Penny-Royal which the mind does chear , And Poppy , which a heavy head doth wear . O the great goodness of the Gods , who set So rich a Jem in a small Cabinet ! Whose seed , though small as dust or atomes light , Deceiving both the touch and nimble sight , Like a thick wood strait covers all the fields , And surest aid in doubtful sickness yeilds ; Of which effects who seeks the cause to know , A labour difficult doth undergo : For whether a salt mixture do abound , This Plants admired substance to compound ; Or whether nature grown more liberall , Her richest bounties on this Herb let fall : Or that each Countries various situation , The soil or seasons cause the alteration ; Or that it have an inbred sympathie With young and aged tempers to agree , In natures secret bosome lies conceal'd , Nor is by humane studies yet reveal'd ; Yet by examples , if we may advance so search the winding ways of ignorance : First , to dissolve the whole into like parts , Perhaps may give some light to furture Arts , Whereby at length the discontented mind , Of not the truth , Truth's image yet may find . What ever is in Nature which doth fall Under the power of Taste , men Salt do call ; Which is twofold ; or that which doth inhere In the corporeal Mass , and dwelleth there , From which not subtle Vulcans looser flame , With all the art he hath , can wooe the same , But couchant in the Ashes doth remain , From whence it doth the name of fixed gain ; Or else that lighter fugitive , that flies With the kind Smoke up towards the airy Skies . ( " With which we see in candles pointed flames , " On whited seilings drunkards write their names ) To this our learnedest Physitians give The name of Flying Salt , or Fugitive . Nor must we forget how the teeming Earth , Pregnant with much salt mixture , giveth birth To her dear Off-spring , from whose womb is sent To every Plant his proper nutriment ; ( " The hand of Nature ordering things so well , ) Hence have the fruits their taste , the flowers their Smell . In whose dark Caverns most confused lies The bitter Nitre imitating Ice ; Fountains of Sulphur here a place does claime , There Brimstone , cozen Germance to the flame , With deadly Arsnick , here Quick-silver flowes , Which is resolv'd with hurt of Head and Nose : Sharp Coppras , and these Elements among The biting Alome that contracts the tongue ; With many more , from whose large Fountains springs That great diversity of Taste in Things . If there be any now who fain would know To which of all these Tabaco doth owe It's Birth and Vertues , he with ease may see It from the a Brimstone draws his Pedigree . For who is he so blind , but well may gather , Seeing the Childe , who 't is that is the Father ? Both b fat , both smelling strong , both do inherit An ambitious height fed by a nitrous spirit , Equally sharp , they both hold fast amain , Both loving fire , " and are belov'd again . Rub't with thy hand , " to recompence that toyl , In gratitude it bribes thee with an Oyl : c Green Wounds it closeth with a safe delay , And from the ulcer'd , drives the filth away ; A quick and vigorous Taste it doth beget , And in the mouth it leaves a lasting heat : So soveraign , if diffused , is the smell , It doth Contagion from bad aires expell . The heavy head it hath a power to rear , And with smart sneezings makes the nostrils clear . Once turn'd to airy vapour by the flame , Big with that active salt , whose pride does aim At heavenly Towers , it climbes the Capitoll , Where like a Goddesse sits the humane soul ; There gives supplies to the exhausted brain , And makes the drowsie minds grow quick again . Thou glory of the Earth , a gift from Heaven , Most happy Plant , who wer 't not only given T' refresh the Pesants limbs , whom toyl and sweat Have weary made , or kill the love of meat ; Nor yet t' infuse without the help of food Into decayed Nerves new strength , new bloud ; But hast a nobler office ; thou art Eyes To the dark mind , a Lantern to the wise , When e're a sudden night the brains possesse By too much cockering of the Genius : Or when the tired understanding brings Forth only shadows of disjoynted things , Unapt to frame Ideas that are cleare , Or being fram'd , unapt to keep them there . For thou no sooner arm'd with light doest come , But ( like a shining Taper into a room Obscure before ) all things turn clear and bright ; The black Clouds fly , and Cares that fast do bite ; Th' inventing Power shines forth , & now descries The worlds large Fabrick to the mentall eyes . Th' eternall Species now do naked stand In comely order rank'd by Natures hand , And all the notions of th' inlightned brain Do now return to their true shapes again . How often have I seen ( a mighty throng Of greedy ears hanging upon his tongue ) A learned Oratour trembling for fear , Confound his Heads , unable quite to bear His studied Method out — When at the last ( amazement so prevail'd ) That words and matter have together fail'd ! VVho hath no sooner sacrificed unto His pettish Memory a grain or two Of th' generous Plant , but he could straightways find All his lost Figures in his scatter'd mind ; His runnagate words too which were lately fled , And hid in some dark corner of his head , He apprehendeth now , ( " as if a Torch Were lighted up in favour of his search , ) And to the wondring people does dispence , The ample Treasures of his Eloquence ; Moreover if two i Warriours shall joyn fight , Train'd up i' th Camp of the old k Stagirite , VVhom a desire to know , or love of praise Hath urged on a mortall war to raise , Who with all spleen an angry soul affords Against each other draw their Bilbo words ; Striving by weight of reason t' overthrow , Or subtle windings to intrap the Foe . Incompassed they are with youthfull bands , Mongst whom the Iudge of the fair quarrel stands , Applauding all their equall nerves of wit , And by applauding , adding strength to it ; Till at the last their strength doth fade away , ( " As what humane force but will at length decay ? ) In which decay of soul , let one of them But take a single whiffe o' th' sacred fume , And yee shall straight discover a new birth Of Spirits , ( as when Antaeus touch'd the Earth His Mother , and from thence did stronger rise Giving new battle to his l Enemies . ) The waiward Faster vanquished doth ly , And 't is the Drinker 's crown'd with victory . But if they both shall it convenient hold To fetch new weapons , or to whet the old , At this true Vulcans Forge , with wonder then Yee shall behold those two recover'd men , Draw out a cruell bloudy war in length , Maintain'd by equall Nerves , by equall strength ; Nor will they part untill the far-spent night And weary Judge cuts off the tedious fight . So at the Trojan war fame tels of old , How that heroick pair of m Brethren bold , Betwixt themselves a friendly strife did raise , 'Cause one of them the Indian Plant did praise ; The Elder damn'd it , yet dissemblingly , Loving indeed what he did seem to fly : Hot darts the younger at his brother aim'd , And for the Herb a solemn war proclaim'd . But e're the Trumpets sounded to the fight , Our warriours both take care their Pipes to light ; Eager upon 't , each other they provoke , And fire their Wits with the most precious smoke , Loading the Empty Quivers of their mind VVith headed arrows , which they ( most unkind ) Mutually shoot ; their nimble tougue's the Bow , Their Breasts the Buts at which their shafts do go ; Many are sent , many retorted be Upon the spenders head as cruelly . Nor are there any pawses in the Field , But what the draughts of the sweet Fume do yeild , From whose warm aid repaired strength did grow , And eager fury which should overthrow . Untill their rage increasing with their might , The sentence of the n King , who took delight To see such pretty and unheard of play , Commands a period to the doubtfull fray . Thus fell the Herb , and stood by his own power , And wars there be about it at this hower ; Nought being so certain , but a present wit And grace of speech will doubtfull render it . — But I have lost my self , and am at gaze , VVandring too far in th' Academick o maze . An other Webbe I have to weave , " I will Retire awhile , and sharpen my blunt Quill . The Birth and Composition I have shown O' th' wholesome Herb , in a verse which I dare own : To whom the Plant does show a smiling brow , On whom it frowns : to which diseases , now , It doth professe it self an Enemie , To which a Friend , shall my next labour bee ; As soon as some Tabaco I have tane , Impoverish'd the Pipe , t' inrich my brain . The End of the First BOOK . TABACO . Book II. Remove the Candle and the Pipes ; ( ho there ! ) We 've tane a large draught of the fired ayr : While our inventions haste , and there remain Perfect Ideas in our hight'ned brain ; Let us make good the words which we have spoke , We scorn to feed the world with nought but smoke ; Dulness will seaze us , and gray-hairs ( a thing Beardless Apollo cannot brook ) will bring Mandates for a divorce 'twixt us and thee , Cirrha , q thy Temple and our piety . Say Muses how the Indians conquer'd were What Trophaees great god Bacchus raised there , How that fierce nation was with pleasing awe Soft'ned to th' observation of his Law , How he their bloody banquets chang'd , and made Of the destroying sword a saving spade ; And with what ease ( as one who playes ) the r old Man did the vertues of s that leafe unfold . Perchance the north-commanding King , who led t You through the calm Sea from the cloven head Of Mount Parnassus to his guilded hall , This your discourse unto his ear may call , Who though on its natural sent he no price sets , Yet if perfumed with your violets , And odoriferous breath ( as sweet as those ) Amongst his pillowes it may finde repose . The conqueror once planted in his throne , Did not with bloody weapons prey upon Their lives or goods , nor did he go about To make strange lords driving the natives out : Nor like a Tyrant sought with violence To force his trembling Subjects to obedience ; Experience having tutor'd him that where Fear is thick sowen , nothing is reap'd but fear . With smiling brow and gentle compellation He crept into the favour of the Nation , Whose easie love did their hard hearts incline To capability of discipline ; And with its powerful Retorick provoke The churlish Soyl to undergo the yoke . The Land had ill report for Beasts which there Inhabited , the spotted Linx , " the Bear , Wolves , Tigers , swift-foot Lybards , and the stout Lions ( " as Captains ) mingled with the rout , There all unpunished in ambush lay For lives of beasts and men which were their prey ; Nor had they care those enemies to destroy ; In mutual slaughter was their onely joy ; Their great delight it was , their chiefest good To spoil the neighbouring field with fire & blood ; And having slain , inhumanly t' appose Upon their reeking table their boyl'd foes : The gentle Victor * hated much to be A partner in their savage gluttony , Who in their thirst of blood did not surceafe To sprinkle on them a desire of peace . Their King he longd to see , and those vast parts , And into their gross minds t' instil the Arts . Out of his many such as he knew to be Of civil garb smooth'd by urbanity , A few he did select , ( these liberty , The larger use of Wine and Venery Had feeble made , until th' heroick ayr O' th' noble plant , and business did repair Their near exhausted nature , and restore Them to that strength which they had lost before ) Balanus and Amphoria he did call , Merry Neander too , good fellows all ; To these the one-ey'd Pelias he thought fit To joyn , and Idmon famous for his wit , " Nimble to break a jest in verse or prose , But laught at for the blew bunch on his nose ; The mumping Trullus too , who always feard He should be mockd for having of no beard : Close at their backs creeps Aper , who of late A jolly drinker was , but wayward fate ( " Knowing his belly t' have no need of ears ) Had rob'd him of his hearing , who now bears A presence not so welcome as before ; Ill chance into u Mirth's Pallace bard the w door , Commanded to retire he was , but he ( Poor soul ) was deaf to leave good company . The petty King x Haematoes , then whom None crueller to bring the captives home , And being there , devour them , prov'd to have His Empire not far off , whom a large Cave Shut up from sight of Sun : there ye might see Shambles of human flesh ( o cruelty ! ) Bodies of young and old men there did lie Pin'd up in Coops , fatted with Paste to die By th' Buchers hand . Hither with dogs and darts , With wide-mash'd Nets and all their hunting arts , With merry Cornet , and the horns shril sound Mixt with the filling crys o' the deep-mouth hound ; The Troup turns in . Here doth the Tyrant dwell , ( Just such a Palace hath the god of Hell ) The Caves large mouth gap'd wide about the door , ( " A fearful sight ! ) mens bones did pave the floor , The Turrets of the same with horrid looks Show'd like a garden set with Hartichokes When their rough heads into long scales are grown , And their proud tops are almost Thistle-down . It fortun'd here to be a feast that day , And their fat things unto the fire they lay ; The noise without did summon from his cave The King , on whose head a green plume did wave : He stares a while , then flies into his den , So does a second , so a third agen , Forgetting all ( such was their suddain fear ) To bar the gate and keep the strangers there : In this amazement Idmon first did enter The unknown passage ( famous for that venture ) Led by a quick-nos'd dog ; then followed The youthful Crue groping as they were led ; For there no windows were , nor any light , Onely a little glimmering strook down right From the Grotts mouth , which with a doubtful ray Seem'd as they pass'd to stammer out the way ; Silenus in the midst does nothing fear , But Bacchus thought him safest in the Reer : At length they come drawn by the stink of meat Nastily drest , into a hall repleat With steam and noise , where the most horrid face Of a cruel Kitchen that e'r eye did trace Struck the first Ent'rers dumb ; ful Caldrons here Of reeking heads plaid ov'r the fire , and there Fast'ned to dog-tree spits shoulders and thighes Of men dropt into dishes ; ( " drop mine eyes ) And the preparers of this goodly feast Were Women-Cookes girded about the wast : Hard by in Francks ( like fatted Boares ) there lay ( Reserv'd as dainties for the next feast day ) The bodies of ten men ; these passed by Not without tears , god Bacchus on doth hye To seek Haematoës , whom the trusty nose Of the fierce Mastie does at length disclose Lurking in a dark hole , whom ( being found ) He thus accosts , low lowting on the ground ; Rise O thou , wretch , and learn to look on men ; Harmless we come , nor minde to pay agen Thy slaughters void of all humanity , With the just slaughter both of thine and thee ; We do forgive , to pitty we incline ; Our manners are not steep'd in blood , but wine . Yet if in blood ye take so great delight , And have so burning a desire to fight ; Make war with beasts , from th' herds the Lions drive , But spare your Neighbour-men , keep them alive : Into your bellies cram not such odious meats , Nor with such y filthy Trophies deck your gates : Wolves do not know such rage ; Tygers invade Not Tygers , nor yet is th' Lion made A feast to th' angry Lion ; take away This most inhuman Diet then , and lay These sadder Relicks of your Tyranny Low under earth forgotten ; happily We shall finde honester dishes : " And your Feast , " By our new Cates shall not be spoild , but grac't . * He nothing clear did answer , through his throat Was only sent an obscure grunting note ; And with a look worthy his speech , he ' obey'd The † Monitor unwillingly , and laid Commands upon his trembling Clients , " who Prepared to act what he did bid them do . The cursed meat gave place , and in its room On cleanly Spits Pleasanter viands come ; Shoulders of Staggs , and Sowes , the fearful Hare , The Duck and Mallard , and what else their care , And Hunters labour did provide — The ground 's their their table , ( time will not allow Them to provide them better tables now ) Bacchus sat first , Silenus next , the third Haematöes ; which done , the humble board Without all order was incompass'd round By the lords of Bacchus Court ; then on the ground In jolly Knots the common souldiers sate , Each with a painted Target on his back . " The Courtly Liber gently his hands does wring , " And with soft words thus strokes the * barbarous King . The Fates be kinde unto us , never may We have a just case to repent this day The joyning of our hands , but happy be These fair beginnings of our amity . Banish ( my Friends ) these unclean rites , and live The life of men , " merit the name I give : And thou my brother , King , forgive I pray Our ruder entrance " and our longer stay , Condemn not our free language , which shall prove Signes to confirm , and bonds to tye our love : This entertainment may hereafter be A benefit to your posterity ; Nor shall your youth repent they heard us tell ( The best of human things ) how to live well . Be this thy pledge , then which no holier thing Is in thy vowes ; thus spake the God and King . This said , a bowle of liquor straight he drunk , Which flow'd but lately from a tall tree trunk That stood hard by in leather bags . The * beast Next took the bowle , " which quakes to be imbrac't By such a hand , and though unknown till then , Belching the clotted blood of wretched men , The Nectar forceth down , ( " O cruel doom " So good a Guest should have so bad a room ! ) " The noble liquor hating such disgrace " Made offer to return and quit the place , " But he not willing to it , sends forth raw " And filthy belches from his stinking maw ; At which laugh'd Pelias , Idmon held his nose , But Liber becken'd to them to compose Themselves , and with words fitted to that end , Settled the wavering Countenance of his * Friend . You ' have play'd the man , he cries , but pray you show Whether the Liquour pleaseth you or no . With that his front and eyebrowes being drawn To th' crown of 's head , thus the great Beast did yawn ; Beleeve me ( stranger-guest ) the sort of bloud From whatsoever Throat it flow'd , is good : Not better comes from 'a beardlesse youth then this ; I doe not fear to drink the second dish If any proves so kind to fill it mee . Bacchus reply'd , it shall be given thee ; But yet take heed , alas thou canst not tell ( Good man ) what danger in this bloud doth dwell . To adde Bowles to Bowles is an unseemly thing , And hurtfull too , by thine own harm ( O King ) I willingly will not permit thee know ; Better thy ' experience to another owe . But 't is to me a miracle to see How of your home-bred riches yee should bee So ignorant ! this pleasing liquour which Your duller palate doth so much bewitch , The tribute is but of an obvious Tree , Which by small pains , less cost obtain'd may bee ; Whose willing branches ever open stand Ready t' imbrace the knife and wounding hand , Pouring forth rivers that do know no ending , Eternall streams from living fountains sending . Be rul'd , and let the Earth's good bounty then Obtain its lawfull use ; why ( " being men ) Should yee account it a brave thing to owe Your fat to humane veins ? and lurking low In th'Earths close womb , like Serpents , remov'd quite From Men and Sun , t' extinguish Natures light ? Yee have the Shape of Men , the Breasts , nor are Courage and Strength wanting in you for warre ; So many good things then why will yee have To lie intombed in a lazy Grave ? Your manly Character is losse , and though Your food be bloud , your colour is not so : But a blue Palenesse on your swoln face sits , And your retired eyes are two deep pits . No difference is betwixt your Cheeks and Nose ; Your Face a Bladder seem ; s , Scurf only grows , Not Hair upon your Temples ; your lips swell With Putrefaction ; your loose Teeth distill Black bloud , and not without great pains yee draw Your often stopped breath — Your Nerves have not the power ( though you the will ) To thrust your Ribs out when your Lungs do fill . Your weakness by short pantings is bewray'd As on your Breast there were a Mountain laid ; Slow is your pace , your knees each other beat , And no desire yee have of wholesome meat ; It is your chief delight , your greatest praise , On the dull ground to slumber out your days . VVhich Plagues by this dark irksom Cave are bred , ( Through which nor winds nor Sun e're travailed , ) Help'd by your noysom Fare ; or rather sent By th' angry Gods unto your punishment ; But for your Barbarism you dearly pay , Your foul draughts now returning the same way . They entred through your mouths , as if the would Admonish you at length to know your good . But oh ( such stupidness doth you possess ! ) Your harm yee know not , you own good much less . Saw yee that jolly smoke , which now arose ( As through a Chimney ) from the old * mans nose ? That smoke but now was dust , and it is scant A brace of days since that dust was a Plant , On which a neighbour † Island of small fame Once hath bestow'd an honourable name . The end of all your mischiefs hope from hence . You gray-hair'd Syre , who can with ease dispence The Secrets of Dame Nature ; tell I pray The vertue of the remedy , and the way It cures ; be sudden and defer not then To breathe wish'd health upon these wretched men . Silenus laid his Pipe from out his hand , And said , great things they are which you cōmand : Yet if you think these ears to which I speak VVorthy of such great mysteries to partake , I will begin . But first let libertie Unto those poor sick men be given , whom I Beheld not long ago with fetters bound , In nasty straw lying upon the ground . Haematoës nodded a consent , their bands Are loos'd , which done , creeping on both their hands , Bearing the sad marks of their foul disgrace Each in his sullied and unmanlike face , Affraid of light like beasts from out a stall , Trembling , they 'r led into the merry Hall . Th' old Father could not hold his tears , yet said , O my companions live , be not dismaid ; A better fortune waits yee : ( " then descries The Pipe ) here , saith he , your recovery lies , Onely be willing to be cur'd : First , than ( " Pointing to one ) thou poor and weak * old man , VVhose veins salt Rhewm does fil in stead of blood ; Whose feeble legs though they have long withstood And wrastled with the Gout , do faulter now ; Whose blear-eyes run , and narrower do grow : Thou shalt be blind , despise my aid ; imbrace My Art , thou shalt see clear as th' Eagles race . That said , a Cloud of smoke the forthwith blows Into his greazy Cap , and clapping close The limber brims unto his head , shuts in The old mans face ( " as in a bag t'had bin . ) The biting Smoke into his eyes did go , And caus'd a showre of tears from thence to flow . All things about him plainer far appear'd , And light comes in , his Window 's being clear'd : And now with ease he able is to say , How many Carbuncles themselves display Upon his * Master's rough and cragged nose , Who in examination farther goes Asking him what they were , how great their number ; He shows his fingers and replies with wonder , So many Strawberries I there do see , And such as in our woods are wont to bee . The old Blade shook his sides , his fellows too Laugh'd out aloud , " they could none other doe . Worthy t'have joynts without one gouty knot , Silenus cries , come suck , but fail you not To close your lips , and ope your nosthrils wide , That easily the smoke from thence may glide As from a pair of Tunnels : he did so . The Cave turns round , and the man sick does grow ; He feels a tempest in his belly grumbling , And the raw morsels up and down are tumbling In his disorderd Stomack , till at last They find the way , and up he doth them cast . Behold your Gouts destruction , he cryed , Thus is the humour at the Fountain dryed . Twice shalt thou do this , ( " in its proper place ) When th' Moon a lies hid , or shines with biggest face ; ( Like a full Tide , for then the moisture b springs , ) After a dinner of fat Chitterlings . The Cisterns purg'd thus , the dregs being gone , The nourishment will then much purer run , Flattering the joynts as it does pass , and free From all Malignant reliques will it bee ; Nor the distorted sinews be grown o're With Chaulkie hardnesse as they were before : Then shall thy feet be nimble as thy mind , T' out-dance the Satyrs , and out-run the wind . Yet if there should some foot-steps still remain Of the salt Rhewm , fly to thy Pipe again , 'T will vanish straight , and thou possess from thence A far more active and an able Sense . Nor does this soveraign medicine asswage The Gouts sad torment , but the Colicks rage ; It cures the fearfull c stopping of the guts , Which 'twixt the Throat & Seat no difference puts ; The swelling of the head it drives away , And bribes the d Ears musicians not to play . Thus it will do , where it a Lover finds That constant is , nor ( like a Coward ) minds The rivall Chidings of his wife , when she 'gainst th' harmlesse smoke venteth her Cruelty , Because ( " forsooth ) their kissing it does sowre , And with forc'd rhewm spatters her clean-rub'd floore . There was a man , as ancient stories tell , That on the sea's unwholesome shore did dwell ; The noisom shore abounded with diseases , 'Mong which they say thus one the body seizes : First , a fierce pain the belly seems to bore , But as its violence increaseth more , The members all are stretc'd as with a rope , Nor any strength remains , nor any hope . Thus he afflicted , Phoebus did implore , And Phoebus soon with medicines doth him store ; But his endeavours all were vanity , Till better fortune gave this remedy ; Tabaco freeing him from pains and fears , Hence he ador'd Heav'ns gift , and many years In health from former evils did obtain , Nor was he more vext with this vanquish'd pain . Nor will it suffer that fierce e Friend of Hell Which in a hollow tooth doth love to dwell , T' inhabit there , but conjures him from thence : For when the Humour once is felt to pinch The roots o' th' Teeth , and a swoln Cheek forth puts , ( Such as an Ape shows when he cracketh nuts ; ) Mouthe but the smoke awhile , and thou shalt see Both pain and swelling banished will bee . Many griefs else which an ill aire hath bred , Here have their cure , thus are they vanquished . The drilling f showers which from the g Roofs arch'd top , Do on the tender h Bellows daily drop , Hindring the blasts which keep the flame alive , And thickned in the middle Region , strive To hang like i Clouds , stopping the door o' th'voice , Light as gnawn Parchment , are in a small trice ( " Taking the powerfull smoke ) brought forth , " and there " No bur remains , but straightway all is cleare . Why should I tell yee of the Mumps ? or bee Troubled to name the Rope invisible ? The vertiginous disease , " that sudden Devil , " Sometimes a prologue to the Falling Evill ? Or the k Wine-Sicknesse , " when the wit's i'th'Suds ? Or l dropping Noses shortly threatning Flouds ? All these are cur'd by smoke , if it be tryed When the disease is ripe , and then applyed . Nor do there want whose Youth and sinful Arts Have drawn diseases on their hidden parts ; VVhether the Channels of the Vrine be Coroded by a nitrous spurcity , Or bounteous Nature freely doth bestow Her broken meat ; keeps open House below : Let such men too from hence expect their cure ; Nor let them fear who do the Stone indure , From whom the Pot such horrid cries doth hear , " That it doth wish it had not that one ear ; VVho m there screw faces , and such looks express , As does Prometheus on Mount Caucasus . I do not play the Poet now , nor fain Dreams of Parnassus , but my words are plain : Known things I speak , and such as heretofore My self have felt , e're I began t' implore Tabaco's aid , e're , at my greatest need , I found the vertues of th'admired weed . For ( I 'le confess ) my better days worn out VVith the high-feeding Bacchus , and the rout Of drinking Satyrs did my old Vessell fill VVith Leaks , and made it subject to that ill , To know which pleasure is , to cure is more And greater profit . VVhat I heretofore Did in my self not without pain indure , In others now shall be my joy to cure . But seeing there an equall care should bee T' expell diseases , and to keep us free ; Listen all yee who do desire to know , Being once well , how to preserve yee so . Some do by nature ( as a poyson ) hate Tabaco , some most foolishly do prate Against it , cause they of the former dayes Liv'd long and sound without it . Let both these Abstain , for 't is not comely , or to fight 'gainst prudent Nature , or t' infuse a right Mind into him who ( stubborn ) does despise His Ancestors , being Fools to grow more wise . He who does love it , let him know his why , Not like an imitating Ape let fly At all , without or councell , or end known , Advent'ring upon actions not his own . A Generation there be agen , Who drink it that they may seem Gentlemen , And show their breeding onely , who ne're think Whether the things be good or bad , they drink . It is rustick shamefac'tness , and can Never show comely in a well-bred man . " So have I seen , at Christmasse , when my Lord " Hath set a Clownish Tenant at his board , " Th' amazed wretch takes all that 's carved him , why ? " Because he wanted wit how to deny . Tabaco is not an indifferent thing , But to the Drinker good or bad does bring : First , try thy body then , and learn to know Whether thy Chimny carry smoke or no . Hast thou a great n round head ? a Front that stāds Like a fair Foreland ? brawny arms and hands ? Large Shoulders , a broad brest , fat Flesh , a Tongue That 's ever moist ? take it , and fear no wrong . But let o lean men forbear , whose Necks are hard , Their Foreheads narrow , small their head , their lard And puddings pinching , cheeks that up do rear Their fleshlesse bones , and nosthrils that are clear . For as the force of p spirits to their brain Comes in but in thin Troops and weak : so again , When th' smoke appears , they all away do run As mists are frighted with the winters Sun . Nor set the q ruddy man on whose cheek glowes A flushing that does imitate the Roses Whose breath draws thick , and whose coughs frequent are , Once touch the Pipe , but utterly forswear Both in and all good fellowship , for fear He buyes his pleasure at a rate too dean : For he a fire already kindled has Within his Lungs , and cherisheth ( alas ) A Feaver in his heart , " his own decay , And in a lingring flame doth melt away . But if to smoke thy love be grown so great , That not thy solemn'st vows can conquer it , But reason must yeild unto blind desire , Take then the r Coltsfoot , for his temperate fire Warms but in flames not , whose light brushing air Cleanseth the inward Vlcers , and makes fair The ſ Cabbin of the Brest . Once , if thou hast Some hidden cause which makes thy body wast , Or if a generall distemper dwels In every ill-affected part , or els An active Feaver in thy bloud be found , Or thou endur'st the raging of a wound , Eschew that Syren-weed Tabaco than , Which pleasing kills , ' appear to be a man . Hard though it be , yet from the flatterer run , And do not feed thine own destruction . Besides all this , sometimes it fortunes so , That streams of bloud upwards & downwards flow In plenteous manner , which a death portends , Nature having given the reyns unto both ends . In such a case what ever happen may , Then from the t deadly Bowles fly , fly away . For thence the current of thy bloud does swell , Thy fits of vomiting do grow more fell , Till at the last ( " to make an end of wo , ) Thy Life and Lease will out together go . But I am here arrested , and bid stand By a Writ of Reason , seeming with one hand To pluck down what I with the other built , And thus I am accused of the guilt . u If from Tabaco heavy sleep be sent , And sleep a chain to bind the excrement , Unjustly then is that condemn'd to be Hurtful , which merits praise , not obloquie . w Know then that in the Indian Herb doth ly A double power , a diverse quality . The Salt on one hand spurs slow Nature on , And like a furious rider makes her run : The sleep-creating clouds , and sulphurous smother Useth the reyns , and stops her on the other . But as the lusty and untamed Steed When on the small guts he is made to bleed , Flies out inrag'd , and scorneth ( " as before ) To obey the ruling Bridle any more : So is it here , when the retentive force Begins to fail , ( " as 't is with that wild horse ) Every light touch disorders Nature quite , And makes her forward rush with all her might ; Nor is it easie when she 's at the top Of all her speed , quickly to take her up : " Thus it appears if rightly understood , " The x spur more harm does , then the y bridle good . So much it doth conduce to th' good of men T' observe the nature , manner , and the when ; With the just measure and the weight of things , So bodies gather strength , so vertue springs ; Both by too much , or by too little fall . What better thing then Wine ? yet not to all , Nor at all howers must it be given ; For then 'T would hurtfull prove ; there is a season when 'T is certain death to drink it , and agen It maketh mad , there is a season when . Sometime too large a draught doth take away The reason quite for a whole night and day ; When if the surfet loseth not his ty , The Drunkard dies , or at least seems to dy . Near is our Pattern : blithe Adonis ( late ) While he thy Bacchanals did celebrate ( O King Lenaeus ) steep'd in wine and sleep , The rest of thy Feast under Earth did keep . Buried alive , supposed dead he was , But the next day digg'd up again ( alas ! ) Manifest signes of return'd life were read In'his bloudy hands and in his broken head , With knee and elbow he bad fought 'gainst death , And in the narrow Coffin lost his breath . This can be said 'gainst Wine : but against us And our z Art of healing , what so barbarous Can be objected by an adversary ? Who by Tabaco hath been known to dy ? Or from what man hath it his reason stole ? In great Feasts rather when the spacious Bowle Keeps order'd rounds ; if there be any known So desperate that he will with loss of 's own Take others healths , and ( superstitious ) think T' observe the mad Laws made State of drink ; That nor his reason nor his feet decline , Give him the Pipe , with the hot fuming wine ; Let him he med'cinall vapour interpose , And with the smoke damask his wrinckled nose : With an unblemish'd face he then shall rise , And with a well-fram'd speech he shall seem wise ; When the rude multitude who ignorant be Of the soveraign Herb , or else incapable , Shall carrying Torches in their Nose appear , ' Yet stumble too with all the light they bear . For even thy a fire ( Twice-born ) by th' smoke is staid , Thy active rage is by the fume allaid . ( Nor let that envy move that praiseth thee ) A more strict league and friendship cannot bee Betwixt the Loadstone and the Steel , then is Between thy Spirit-raising Vine and this . For ( " like a pair of friends an ages wonder ) They tast far nobler b joyn'd , then when asunder . Nothing Tabaco hath but what is good ; As of a slain sow , every part is food . The Ashes which after the flame do ly As of no use , do turn to Ivory c Rusty and yellow Teeth ; the Smoke obeys , And ( strange to hear ) being commanded , d stays : For lay thy finger to thy mouth , and blow , Narrowing the passage first , but gently through , And thou shalt straight discern it will not fail To leave an Oyl upon the yellow nail : Good for young girls who have rough and e scabby hands , On which , as on fen grounds , the water stands . For being apply'd , it smooths and drains them quite , And renders them , even unto wonder white . For th' piercing Air thorow the secret pores Shaketh the heart , and having set both dores O' th' stomach ope , from thence wind-musick plays , To the hearers mirth , and to the minstrels ease . Thus they the laughter of their friends do gain , And purchase beauty with a little pain . The Vertues I have told ; what Mischiefs are , Or onely seem to be , I 'le now declare . First , 't is objected , that f Tabaco duls The edge of the inlightned mind , and puls A cloudy darknesse on the active brain , Bringing in black oblivion there to reign : That when to seek his Notions he shall come , Misplac'd and lost they 'll be i' th' smokie roome . A hainous crime : but such as Calumny Hath feign'd , or nice simplicity . I answer 't is not , 'cause it cannot be , That the immortall Soul whose Pedigree Is drawn from Heaven , should in poor manner thus Unto Corporeal harms b' obnoxious . If th' Instrument be lame , I do confesse The Action halts , yet with the Cause doth cease . But th' mind of man untouch'd remains , although As with black clouds encompass'd , it doth throw No lazy beams abroad . Just so the Sun , When 'twixt his Globe and us the Moon doth run , Or else some cloud does for a time keep close : ( " As if the world for him were at a losse ) Though even then in his full glory bright , And to the darker stars lendeth more light . The mind no spot receives but from the mind ; Idlenesse , luxury , and the giddy wind Of light Inconstancy , with the sudden fire Of Anger , these indeed do all conspire To shadow reason , and o'rethrow the wit , Blotting the notions which before were writ . That which we love we can remember well ; O' th' many drinkers of Tabaco , tell Me but of one who readily cannot say Into which Chest he did his treasure lay ; ( So stupifi'd a brain he had ) or else Who hath forgotten where his Mistresse dwels ; And I of the few haters will give you A dozen for that one , ( " good men and true ) Who shall be so far dos'd , they shall not say , When being ask'd , what they did yesterday ; To whom their names have been forgotten long , And th' Elements even of their mother Tongue . For in these men either pestiferous flames , A hurtfull poyson , or th' disease that claims His name from a sudden stroak , or being too bold With the g fifth part of Venus when grown old , Have hurt the Brain — Nor will the h spirit ( of a near kin to th' aire ) His office overthrown , stay longer there . For if by th' excellent leaf the memory Should receive injury , how could it bee That Troops of Learned men should love it so , Who know as much as lawfull is to know . Whose Breasts do swell with wisdome , whose chief pleasure Is in their stored minds to heap up treasure , And then pour forth what they were hoarding long To rings of people with a ready tongue . But it makes sad the marriage bed far more Chast then the i leaf th' Athenian Matrons wore At Ceres feasts , I hear the women say ; Nor is this quarrel but of yesterday : Tas been the Matrons hate since k Mars his whore Set forth a law it should be brought no more Into her loved Cyprus as before : Which thus was caus'd . Bacchus from being at ods With men , returns to th' banquet of the gods ; Store of Tabaco with him he did bring As signes of victory ( then a new found thing ) " Till that did burn , the gods were all on fire : " Liber begun to take it , they admire ; Jove was the next , then Mars and Vulcan follow , Mercury those , and last the boury Apolla : Lustily through their nose the smoak they take , As if an other Aetna they would make . The Goddesses pleas●d with the novelty Laught all the while , but they , when they did see How much to sleep that night the gods were given , Angry , decreed it should be banish'd Heaven ; The rites of Thessaly be still admir'd , To keep their husbands waking was they desir'd : Therefore next day ' soon as the smoaky feast Began again , ( fiercer then all the rest ) The goodly Matron Venus on it flies ; Pipes , fire , Tabaco , broke and scattred lies ; And being down she spurns them with her feet , ( Wonder such wrath should come from one so The war-like Pallas who stood by was sad ( sweet ) To see the wanton Queen of Love so mad ; Diana smil'd , and the l nine girles who sport Themselves on m Pindus top was sorry for 't . The scatter'd reliques up they take , and place Them in their bosoms with a solemn grace ; Entreating Bacchus for a new supply , A soveraign aid to th' vow of Chastity . A foul reproach it is ( forsooth ) to tame The rage of n Cyprus and her lustful flame ; To strengthen vertue , with a rare tie to bind To the limbs vigor , Empire to the minde . For 't is a scandal to the plant to doubt That it th' instinct of Nature should put out Like Hemp , or water Lillies ; happily It may the number bate , not utterly Destroy the gift of procreation : Forth natural heat having this ſ bridle on , What it doth from the number take away I' the goodness of the breed it doth repay . An excellent benefit where the fortun 's mean , Not able numerous off-spring to maintain , Or where the Common-wealth rejoyceth more In th' strength and quality then in the store . Hence hath it ever good esteemed bin For the white beard , and for the downy chin , Teaching them both good Husbandry , how they are Both in the bottom , and the top to spare , While nimble flames of youth it doth suppress , And tho' t lukewarm ashes maketh lukewarm less , Freeing the world from giddiness , the jolly Stripling from rage , and the gray head from folly . " But O ye , Ladies , why should your hatred be Unto the noble hearb inplacable ? Within your gardens give 't place 't is fit , For even you may stand in need of it ; Can ye be cruel still when I assure You , that it will fits of the * Mother cure ? When th' womb beyond the bounds does upwards rush , And at the belly like a u Ram doth push , Righly apply'd 't will bear her back a main And force her take her proper seat again , Sooner and easier then the heavy weight Of two great Captains on thy belly laid ; Or a whole pregnant Sow of Lead , — Moreover set thy Princely bowls aside ( Thou twice-born god ) & then the bounteous wide Earth can affoord no dainty half so good For an old man ; whether you 'l call it food For the humor radical , or a gentle draught For the dry brain , or else a weapon caught Up to expel his Sences enemies : For it doth add a quickness to blear eyes , It takes the prendent Isicle from the nose , The mutiny in the ear it doth compose : " And if thy ill-spent youth hath fill●d thy bones With griping aches , and thy brest with grones , " And th' waiting maid which cross thy back doth ly From rest blocks up the Haven of thine eye Here seek thy help and finde ; for the kinde smoke Stealing into the veins shall not provoke Onely thy grief and thee to sleep , but shall , To make the night seem short , before thee call The lively shapes and images of things : Nor such dire monsters as the Onion brings To the late eater , or the Pulse , the Bean , The Lintless , " which are known to banish clean All pleasant dreams . The Garlick who doth eat , Or takes the foolish Henbane for his meat , Who makes a supper of the Mad Night shade , Him horrid looks shall in his sleep invade ; A strange confused generation Of living creatures fore his eyes shall run , Such as are not , nor yet shall ever be In the aire Centaures , Harpyes in the Sea : A Troop of Dragons from the cloven earth Shall with black Devils spitting fire come forth : Sometimes a Storm at Sea shall seem to rave ; And he neer drown'd shall graple with a wave : Then he shall stand upon a rock on high , Seeming shall fall , and really shall cry ; Sometimes the swords of Thieves shall make him fear ; Sometimes again he shall behold a Bear Broke from the Chain , ready his life to take , And in the moment he should die , shall wake . But o Morpheus with our p incense being appeas'd Shall with much better Tapestry be pleas'd To hang the bed-chamber of the brain , and yeeld To the contented fancy a rich field Charg'd with fresh stories and fair pleasing shapes , Not such as men may say are q Natures scapes , But such as true born children shall be , And to each private genius shall agree : For what men waking love and do turn over With pleasure , they shall in their sleep recover . The Courtier , Oratour , and the Souldier , The Juggler , Merchant , and the Marriner , The Fisher , Waggoner , and Husbandman , The Painter , Coryer , and Physitian , The Poet , Lover , and the Advocate , " The Projector too , that cankor of the State , By our soft potion lul'd asleep before , I' th night their daily bus'ness shall act o're In perfect figures ; not as when fools behold Forms in the doubtful twilight , and grow bold To judge them so as they do seem to be : Or when the newly-risen Moon they see , When through a sea of racking Clouds it stears An even race ; nor do they clog mens ears With any tedious discourse , or frame ( Though in a dream an argument that 's lame : ) Fair Structures oftentimes they build in verse , And in the morning clearly them rehearse : Others , do other things as clearly too That thou wouldst swear sleep here had nought to do . For 't is not like the drowsiness gotten by The deadly Poppy , which the minde does tye In Iron chains , nor the disturbing shade Which is by the uncertain Hemlock made , Whose weaker Geivs thrown ov'r the members , keep , Them nor intirely awake nor yet asleep . So good Philemon and his aged Spouse Th' unhappy Baucis , ( " ev'r their simple house Was turn'd into a Temple ) having made A Supper of r them , by their shape betraid Thinking them Parsneps , when at night they spead Their weary limbs upon their humble bed , Nor fully awake , nor weight upon their eyes Enough to make them sleep , they both did rise , And through their cottage narrow entrance , quite Bereav'd of minde , they wandred in the night , Shaking with cold and horror till at last Having a great part of the time thus past ) With rough saluting of the Posts half dead , Brought back their Bruished limbs unto their bed . But whom Tabacos clearer Spirit shall binde In silken ties , shall in the morning finde Both minde and body strong , and with delight Shall tell how quietly he pass●d the night . Onely be sure he hath a prudent care He does not trade in vile and common ware , Sophisticate by Art , but naturall : For the same goodness doth not reach to all . " He who desires to find out the true breed " Of the heroicall and generous weed , While 't is i' th' Leaf , may thus his longing crown , 'T is y sharp and thick , i' th' ●and , in the eye brown , I' th' nose a violet , the root of Tuscany Gives not so large and rich a sent as he . Burn't in the Pipe , it will a taste disclose Like Castors Ragwort , or our z Ladies rose . But the thin limber leaf Bormuda yeilds , Or such as grows in the Virginian fields , Regard it not , " but send it to the Fen : And leave such hay unto the beasts of men . For it doth a prick the tunicles of the eie , To the pia mater is an enemie ; Who drink shall idle be , unapt for pains , A lazinesse shall creep through all their veins , They shall be ever yawning , and above All things they shall the Chimny corner love . And except hunger raise them , take delight To snort by th' fire till it be late i' th' night . But O ye sacred off-spring of the b Nine , ( " Whose birth , whose life , whose works are al divine ) You who do dig from Wisdomes Paper pits , Learnings bright Ore , and fine it with your wits , Above all other men see yee do fly That c Hucksters mischief and damn'd villany ; And found out by his Symptomes , without fail Send it to th' flames in grosse , not by retail . The dainties wafted from an other shore Some do adulterate while the deadly gore Of rank Goats ( which a Scythian's Club did slay ) They mingle with them ; some an other way Do manifest injury to the noble weed , Dropping into 't the oyl of Annis seed , Or the less greazy Fennell , and to these To give 't a touch of vitriol some do please , Whereby a taste unto the tongue they gaine Much like the sweetnesse of a Lybian Cane . All these are naught and womanish ; for he Who unto nature will adde art , must be At natures mouth instructed first , or shall Disturb the work , giving no help at all . Yet if thou wilt be wanton to thy praise , With a light Chip of the wood Aloes , Give fire unto thy Pipe , so shalt thou reap A fragrant savour spread through the whole heap , And with a gratefull odour chear the brain . But above all things see that ye refrain The d smoke awhile ; do not the Pipe repeat Too suddenly after y' have taken meat ; For then the l Cooke 's at work , the m Kitchen dore Close to them shut ; Knock not too soon therefore At the' upper gate , for fear he angry grow , And the half boyled dishes from him throw , Which to the guts conveigh'd with too much speed , Do windy murmurings in the belly breed , The happy quiet of the mind devoure , And from our businesse steal the precious hower . 'T is n alike dangerous with naked Head , With open roof , and chimny uncovered , To take the Smoke ; for the cold air will then The pores being open , quickly pierce the skin , And suddenly reclose them , whence is bred To the hairs horrour , heavinesse to the head . Love not to drink 't o alone , nor take thou pleasure To fill thy brain beyond his true just measure . With a compunion take 't ; " if thou hast none , " Let Books or businesse act the part of one : " With comely pauses use 't , in such a fashion , " That thou a Dialogue make 't , not an Oration . To speak and do by turns , the Muses love , And Nature surfets never did approve . At the first p giddinesse thou feel'st , forbear ; And for that time write thy nil ultra there : And if it vanish not , for help repair To a draught of beer , or to the open air , And suddenly the Tumult shall be staid , And by a little art the Tempest laid . " To close up all , take this for thy last ground , " Study thine own Dimensions , and having found The measure of thy head , turn then about In thine own sphere , seek not thy self without : For who observes the Laws of Nature , he Shall be sound , wise , and fortunate to me . Thus the * old man in his discourse did play , While Bacchus Lords , as on their backs they lay , Did silent hang upon the speakers tongue . The vertues they had learn'd , but still they long Of such a noble hearb to know the breed , The Art of Planting , and the choice o' th' seed : But good Silenus stammering for thirst . And withall drowsie too , none of the durst Intreat him to proceed — For Wine , for Wine , a calling he did keep , And having largely drunke , he fell asleep . What he hath left imperfect shall now be Our work to finish though as dry as he . " Your gentle gales and influence we want , " Who are true lovers of the honour'd Plant : " For though far short of his high sounding string " We'll now the Georgicks of Tabaco sing . First , that the Harvest answer may the pain , From off a lusty stock a k plump seed gain , Whose leaf is long and thick : side-slips despise , The best doth still from the main branch arise . The next care is the l Place , an Herb so strong , By a hungry soyl cannot be nourish'd long . In hearty grounds it thrives ; and takes delight , ( Like to the Vine ) where the Glebe is full of might . Fair Hils be loves , and fields that pleasantly Towards the warm south in the Suns bright ey : Where th' Earth is light , no mosse by nature laid , No binding Clay , nor Marle to check the spade ; And where the valiant furrows hard and dry , Suffer the rending Plow-shears cruelty . When thou hast found a soyl thus rich , take heed Thou dost not m twice in one place sow thy seed : For with the first birth all that 's good doth come Leaving behind nought but a barren wombe . Change every year thy earth , for thy wandring guest Prepare new seats , so shall thy furrows rest , And a new Genius gain . The field being found , Let none be cunninger to till the ground In his right season ; In one small hole shut n Three seeds or more , in equall spaces put , That Nature may ( like to a loving mother ) Give equall portions as to one to'th other : So though some prove for Mice or Moles a feast , Thou maist preserve a hope yet in the rest . But if they prosper all , and thou dost see Their multitude will their destruction bee , " Drive then all foolish pity from thy heart ; Take from the number , act a Thracian's part ; That , having room , the better it may thrive , Of many Brothers , leave but one alive . When the fat soyl and Sun 's drawn out in length , To'th' leaves ranknesse give , to the stock strength ; Then is thy time , the lower boughs cut down , That greater vertues may the other crown . o Reap not too soon ; when the leaves turned are , And the seed grows black within his bowle , prepare Thy knives , and let thy weapons ready stand , For know the noble Vintage is at hand . Close to your Prayers ye honourers of the smoke , And with your best devotions see y' invoke The Heavens for smiles : fair weather now we need For showers t'th ' leaf do no less damage breed , Then doth a wet September to ripe grapes , When it is gather'd , half thy labour 's done ; Yet flag not here , with equall courage run Through that behind : thy industry , thy cost , If thou shalt fail in the last act , are lost . Take ' speciall care of the two things remain . First from the leaf the watry humour drain , ( Corruptions Parent ) else thou shalt inherit For thy leaves dung . Next let the fiery spirit Which sleeping does in the fat oyl lie hid , Be ' awak'd , and rouz'd , and through each vein be spread . That therefore on the Herb no spoil be made By ' the thirsty Sun-beams dry it in the shade , On small cords hung : then take it down and lay It on a heap together , that it may From the bottom heat and rise , & from thence dart The hidden vertue to each outward part ; So shall the heap grow warm , swell , sweat & smoke , And fire too if the meeting be not broke . Be sure you do dissolve the Diet then , And when dispersed , hang them up agen . This Method use , till by heating it be made Active , and by the drying fixt and staid . And that on neither hand thou wander wide , Let thine own eyes and reason be thy guide : For as the line too little in like sort That of too much unto perfection's short : In a just measure Nature takes delight . But if an errour happen , set it right Not with the burning wine , salt pickle , not With Hony , least of all Chamber-pot ; Such trash as this your Hucksters use , who prize Above the health , the smell o' th' Merchandize . From the Herb it self expect thy aid , presse then The juice p from out the courser leaves , which when The gathering was , did scape the careless hand , And o're the coals see it doth boyling stand . In which " Mede as Tub dip thy * old Swain , And he ( like Aeson ) shall turn young again . Let these suffice to board with 't blesse thy Lot , For now thou hast an ample treasure got , Which to the Planter large revenue brings , To th' Merchants Chests , and Custome-house of Kings . Physitians peradventure curse it sore , For making Autumnes healthfull , and them poore , And it sometimes affords ( such things will bee ) To the Crows a Dinner from the Gallow tree ; When poor knaves buy t , and so do fondly spend Their coin and houres given them for better end . But while we see a fair and happy day To'th' good and frugall , they who ' will perish , may : And he who shall an offer'd Gemme deny , May that man live to want it e're he dy . From whom a ship at sea , a suit in law , A scolding wife , or an ill debtour draw Sleep from the eyes , and quiet from the mind , In the gentle leaf he a soft truce may find ; And for the gift , giv 't the deserved meed . What swelling words against the noble weed The peevish man may vomit ( too unkind ! ) We to the waves commit them and the wind . Let it be damn'd to Hell , and call'd from thence Proserpines Wine , the Furies Frankincense The Devils addle egges , or else to these , A sacrifice grim Pluto to appease , A deadly weed which it's beginning had From the foam of Cerberus when the Cur was mad . We at the Titles laugh ; praise , and proclaime The wideness of the Bore from whence they came . Pretty Poetick styles ! and when we please With the like Art we can return all these . If any lover of the Truth shall now What is by me here written , disallow , 'gainst my opinion let his reasons fight ; His Arguments let him commit to white : " So , without hate did Monopolies , run " A course to make Paper dear , as we have done . The End . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A94292e-1090 a I make bold to change the Poets Patron , & in stead of Sir W. Paddie , to intitle Phoebus to it : b Thyrsus , or a spear wound about with Ivy was the Ensign of Bacchus , as the Club of Hercules , the Trident of Neptune , &c. And this may seem to be given to him Emblematically to shew us , that Wine does secretly wounds , carrying a Cuspis , a sting , or sharp and pointed weapon hid under the Ivy leaves , the pleasure of drinking it and beholding it dancing and sparkling in the glasse . c The Foster Father to Bacchus , whom the Poets feign to be the Superintendent or Governour of the Satyrs . d Silenus . e Furious women , who served in the sacrifices of Bacchus ; {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} , insanire . f The first finding of Tabaco . * The Vine . * Whose opinion is , that the Sun stands still , and the Earth ( being one of the Planets ) moves . f The women-Priests of Bacchus spoken of before : so called from the mountain Mimas sacred to Bacchus ; or ( as others ) from the Gr. word {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} , to imitate ; because it was their use ( carrying horns and spears wrapt about with Ivy in their hands ) to imitate his expedition into India . g Silenus . * Silenus . h Silenus . * The enemy . * The enemies of Bacchus . Tabaco the Catholike medicine . Fixed Salt . Flying Salt . a Tabaco . The Pedigree . I am conscious that Bitumen is not properly Brimstone , but a fat clay , clammy like pitch , of the nature of Brimstone : but because I know not in our English tongue one word which can fully & truly expresse it ; therefore I am bold to borrow the name of one of his nearest kindred . b The Symptomes . c The Vertues . i Disputants . k Aristotle . l In uno Hercule plures Hostes sentit An●aeus . m Podalyrius and Machaon , two excellent Physitians and Surgeons , the sons of Aesculapius , who were both present at the Trojan war , and maintain'd a fierce Disputation concerning the nature of Simples . n Agamenon , who procured and fomented the disputation betwixt the two brethren . o Lycaeum was Aristotles School at Athens , also the intricate and winding Groves and pleasant walks about it . q A Town in the little Country of Phocis in Greece , where Apollo was most religiously worshiped : Or otherwise one of the tops of the mountain Parnassus , the other being called Nissa . r Silenus . s Tabaco t The Muses . * Bacchus . u The Brain . w The Ear . x From {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Blood : A King amongst the Canibals . y The bones of the Slain . * Haematöes . † Bacchus . * Haematöes . * Haematöes . * Haemat . * Silenus † Tabaca , an Island in the Indies from whence the Herb had its name . * One of those who by the Cannibals were reserved for the next Feast . * Silenus a At the Change and Full . b In mens bodies . c The stopping of the small guts , suffering nothing to passe downwards , by reason of which is caused a great griping in that plaee ; and also a filthy stink sent up by the throat , making one to smell alike at both ends . This Disease is called in Latine Volvulus , from Volvo , to wrap about or intwine , quia pluribus orbibus & anfractibus involutum est . From whence the Greeks call it {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} from {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} , ver●ere or volvere , which indeed gives the name of Ilia to the small guts ; although some would have the name of this disease to come from {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} , misericordia , quia doler miserandus est ; for a miserable disease it is indeed . d A whistling or singing in the Head . e The tooth-ach . f A flux of Rhewm . g The Brain . h The Lungs . i Flegme . k The word is Hellucus , which is nothing else but Gravitas capitis vino create ; and some would derive it from the word {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} . Hesterno enim vino languentem {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} vocant Graeci , l It is in the Latine Clangosas nares , which word is referred unto the voice quando gravi tono incepta in acutum desinit ; piping noses , or noses sounding like a trumpet : but I hope I have no whit injured my Authour by rendring the word in a nearer cause . m At the Chamber-pot . n Who may take Tabaco . o Who not . p Lean men have but few spirits , which Tabaco overcomes . q Tabaco not good for such as have sudden flushings , inveterate coughs , and short breath , which are Symptomes of Consumptions and Feaverish distempers . r For such men Coltsfoot better . ſ In what cases Tabaco is to be refused . t Tabaco . u Objection . w Answer . x The ' Sal volatilis , or the Flying Salt , which is in Tabaco , pricking Nature forward to the avoiding of excrements . y The sulphurous quality in Tabaco , which courts Nature to sleep and by consequence restrains the excrements . z By Tabaco . a The hot fume sent from wine . b Tabaco and Wine best when joyn'd . c Tabaco ashes a good Dentifrice . d Stays in oyl . e The oyl good against scabs and tetters . f Objections against Tabaco answered . g Hor. Car. lib. 1. Ode 13. h Which informs the Brain . i Agnus Castus is a certain Shrub , which in Latin is called also Vitex , like unto a willow , it takes the name from Chastity which it procures ; and the Athenian women were wont in their Thosmophoria , or feasts of Ceres , to carry leaves of this about them , and to lye upon them , that they might preserve themselves chast . k Venus . l The Muses . Prosit mihi vos dixisse Puellas . Sat. 4. So Juvenall makes himself merry with them calling them girles , who could not chuse but he very old , being so often called upon by the ancient Poets : but he supposed them to be of the same nature with other women , who though they be never so old , yet delight to be acounted young ; and therefore the seems in a jeer to bribe them for Poetick fury with the flattering name of girles . m A mountain in Thessaly consecrated to Apollo and the Muses . n Venus , so called from the ●●le Cyprus . ſ The allaying vertue of Tabaco . t The fainter lust of old men . * Tabaco good against the Mother . u Quid si ego hîc nostrum dicerem ad uteri fominei similitudinem aliuderé qui inde nemen uteri sortire videtur quod duplex sit . et ab uiraque in auas se dividit partes quae in diversum diffusae ac replexae circumplicantur in medu● eor●●●m Arietis ? Nee ideò labas●it conjectura mea si Arietem hoc in loce pro machinâ militari accipi contendas : tant●●dem enim est . o The Godof sleep ; or ( as some ) minister seu filius Somni , qui jussu domini vel patris {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} hoc est formus vel vulius hominum , verba ipsa , mores , et gestus imitatur . p Tabaco , which causeth pleasant and rational dreames . q Monsters as the other . r Hemlocks . y Symptomes of the best Tabaco . z Otherwise call'd the rose of Jerusalem . a The effects of ill Tabaco . b Muses . c Bad and sophisticate Tabaco . d Take it not too suddenly ' after meat ; it causeth too hasty a concoction . l The digestive heat in the stomach . m The mouth of the stomach . n Keep your head warm when you take it . o Take it not alone , or if you do , let there be pauses interposed . p When to leave . * Sïenus . k The choice of the seed . l The soyl . m Sow not two years together in one place . n The manner of Planting . o The time when to gather it . p A cleanly & wholsom way to recover decaid Tabaco . * Decrepid Tabaco .