Επιλοιμια επε. OR, THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence.  
A POEM, In three Parts. Describing The deplorable Condition of the City of London under its merciless dominion, 1665. What the PLAGVE is, together with the Causes of it. As also, The Prognostics and most Effectual Means of Safety, both Preservative and Curative.  
By William Austin, of Grays-inn, Esq  
London, Printed for Nath. Brooke, at the Angel in Cornhill, 1666.   

The Printer to the Reader.  
I Have no suspicion or thought at all, that after a considerate and thorough perusal of this little Book you will repent of your pains, or remain unsatisfied: and therefore forbear to court your approbation. All I have to say might well have been put in the Title, were it not for giving it an unfashionable length. I shall only tell you, that this Poem was written at the earnest request of some very worthy persons into the Country, at that time of the Sickness, when the Mortality in London was so great, that (waving what was generally believed, that they, not to scare the City from its self, were afraid to own and publish half the number of the dead) according to the account of the usual Bills, there died seven or eight thousand a Week, with some hundreds over and above.  
An Affliction never to be forgotten, and a Subject worthy to be dedicated to eternal Posterity.   

Errata.  
Those most material that the Reader before perusal is desired to correct, are these.  
PAge 8 l. 19 for stoolball read stoball. p. 14 l. 16. ●. 〈◊〉 good r. make us good. p 27 l. 10 f j●●k ●. sack. p. 40 l. 6 put † for *. l. 19 for † put *. l 22. ●or ● pu●. † p. 45. l. 10 f. all ● call. p. 55 l. 1. for ason ●. cau●●●.  
Those less considerable are these.  
Pag● 3. 〈◊〉 24 fo● music hill read music bill. p 4. 〈…〉 d●es then, r. dies, than p 8 l 3 for war●●●●● ●. wa●fare p. 10. l. 17 ●or smiling r. ●imp●ing. p 11 l. 26 for common r. common p. 12. l 6 ●o● to have r ● h●ve. p 18. l 5. for were r. are l. 18. for crumb ●. ●rumm●. p 32 l. 17 after arms put a comma  
Add his & siqua sint similia.   

THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence, In the Year of our Lord, 1665.  

Part 1.  
DRawing a Map of this sad place, my quill  
Seems in the frightful hand that writes a Will.  
We can't abscond or show our Tyrant-fears;  
But in black robe of mourning characters.:  
If you agrade such, fitly, then, the while  
You'll with your tears, to grace them, mix a smile;  
And no less justly look they should be made  
To have, like day or emblem, light and shade.  
Others to whom the thoughts of Death seem dull,  
Like bits crammed down the throat, when belly's full,  
May know they spirit, or clear eyesight lack,  
Or eyes have none, who cannot look on black.  
And he who now dares not be cheerful, hath  
Great scruple, doubtless, but small heart or faith.  
Then, whilst I writ Life's hasty post, grim Death,  
Hold not my pen, nor come to stop my breath.  
One fully resolute no where to ramble,  
Now life so doubtful is, needs no preamble.  
Fancy—  
But stay, lest this offence may give,  
We should ask leave to write, as well as live.  
Some Politicians silence charge, when grief  
Backed with our healths chief foes, hath played the thief;  
(From Physic prove their rule, that those far best,  
Who very sick lie still, and speak the least)  
Wisely, sure, treat on roast meat, when they find  
Butcher and Cook have blandished their mind:  
If faring ill differs from well, their skill,  
Judging of other flesh, will thwart their will.  
That Royal Sir, who had for happy lot  
God's heart, and King of politics begot;  
When his great breast within was orb of fire,  
The breath his silence kept in, flamed it 
(a) Psal. 3●. 2.  higher:  
And he who by afflictions did commence  
The Oracle of ●acite patience,  
Saw his contrasted victory o'er death,  
Lay in the vocal virtue of his breath:  
His tyrannous malignant dolours gave  
No other choice to him, but speech or 
(b) Job 13 19  grave.  
When nothing else will do, complaint prevails,  
While pain with vapour from the mouth exhales  

(c) John 1.9.  Confession oft saves life; when we endure  
The smartest sores, our crying turns the cure:  
Deep 
(d) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, occultarc morbum● fu●●slum.  wound to hid and lock up closely, will  
Such safety be, as to preserve it still.  
In dangerous sickness then to hold one's peace,  
Is like mute sleep to nourish the disease.  
Your 
* S●●● of fancy.  septum lucidum a while yet keep  
Locked to our woe, don't grudge us time to weep.  
Who think our setting sun most fitly seems  
So painted, as to cast his longest beams:  
That Plague with Cause and Cure most modey goes,  
When in a large grave cloak of mourning prose:  
Such on the subject will refuse to hear  
Metre, Apollo twitches by the ear.  
He, who with smiling cheer on music's hill  
Plays to the sick his therapeutic Skill,  
Invigors flaccid body, drooping soul  
With his illustrious rays and chants them whole.  
He licence gives, who Poet and Musician  
The pleasant is all-curing God Physician.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
Inventum medicina suum est, opisexque per orbem  
Dicitur: herbarum & subjecta potentia vati.  
— Ex illo didicerunt funera primum,  
Differre & gelidae vitare pericula mortis.  
Fancy when blub-cheeked Boreas does strain  
To make a dreadful tempest on the Main;  
When the Sea Arms in mutiny require  
Oceans to quench their element of fire:  
Waters on waters horridly are laid,  
As first they lay before the World was made.  
Pretending ne'er to be sufficed with men,  
They gape, as if they'd gorge the world again  
Their gulfey mouths rocks open and provoke,  
Opposing Rocks with dea●'ning noise and smoke:  
Wave murders wave, then suddenly does bur●  
With briny thirst to be its neighbour's urn.  
This drinks that's blood, dies then, anew does rowl●▪  
As if it had imbibed the others soul.  
jupiter, Neptune, Mercury together  
Join, as of old, to wander God ●nows whither.  
Neptune with all his forces does arise,  
To take Auxiliaries from the Skies:  
The bottom of the Sea confusely thrown  
Upward, contemns the mountains in the Moon.  
Deep answers deep; the waters there and here,  
Above and under heaven compose one sphere:  
When rabid winds, like Furies waked from sleep,  
Design the ruin of poor floating ship.  
O'er Hell the billows boiling, how the wrack  
Inebriates the mates with toil and tack!  
Some torn from mast, a while with sails proud top  
They fly, and then like Icarus they drop  
Others reel from the bark on either hand,  
And sink where faithless Peter could not stand.  
Here one with fear freely resigns his breath,  
Another there, tired out, is forced to death:  
Ralph hastily following Clem's call and beck,  
Justles against Sam, and thumps him over deck  
Like the known sport on Venice bridge or boat,  
A 
* Two F●ctions in Venice, that at a set time in the year contend for the mastery upon a bridge; whence they tumble one another into the water.  Castellane against a Nicholote:  
Or in a formal combat, as if he  
Killing before he died should victor be.  
Some past all hopes of life, grown desperate,  
Quickly to b' out of pain, conspire with Fate;  
The ship falls as she rides, and faintly speaks  
Her inward bleeding wounds by sundry leaks:  
The sail first tears, and then the stately mast,  
Like some great tumbling house, exclaims its last.  
Now vessel cast at Boreas his foot,  
Bursts, as a fired. Granado, all about;  
One than on th' other takes fast hold, & neither  
Scapes, but like oak and Ivy, die together.  
To bovy them up a whil●, each broken piece  
They fasten on, and stick like Solon Geese;  
Sporting there with their limbs at stake, they're soon  
Lost to some Shark, that tears them one from one:  
If no such greedy cozening gamester come,  
They drop into the mare mortuum.  
Like blossoms in the spring, that some sharp cold  
Hath sorely nipped, they quickly lose their hold.  
Thus 'tis with us, our dearest darling breath,  
The air we take, is not our life but death;  
That by which we should nimbly kick up heel●,  
Spread sails to post along, inverts our keels:  
In every moment of swift time, we have  
Surges and ravening fishes for our grave.  
Destiny has the learned Physicians trick,  
And by consent of most, lives by the sick;  
Lies as an infant swaddled up in bands,  
Who for her help uses her parents hands;  
Thousands kills daily: yet, as if her powers  
Were too too weak alone, makes use of ours,  
Such be luxurient clustered grapes; and such  
Fruit hoarded up, rots others by the touch:  
As readily as flint and steel, we make  
Fire: are as spark and tinder, touch and take  
As did of old those 
(a) 1 Sam. 14.10. Judg. 7. ● 22▪  fought with heaven, so we;  
Each is his fellows murdering enemy.  
See when in fight Mars ragingly does ride  
Through armed ranks to triumph on each side;  
When every noise being voiced with fire and smoke,  
Sounds dismally, as when 〈◊〉 heart is broke:  
Soldier on soldier in distracted ire  
Tumbles, like unbound faggots on the fire.  
One deeply wounded, dead friend does bemoan,  
Till he fall on him for his burying stone.  
Like Partridge chicken-tailed, that you retrieve,  
Here and there drop those can no longer live.  
Here stands a straddling Hector, that hath lost  
As many collops as old pissing post;  
At last with others he's compelled to yield  
His body to be pavement to the field.  
Some nimbly rifle others; then as those  
Who took the golden treasure at Talouse:  
Another wounds them; so they fall down where  
They spoil, as under load too big to bear.  
They see their friends expire, but must no● have  
Life so long to be witness to their grave.  
Who glory most in valour or in strength,  
Cannot inch time out longer the● their length.  
One's sent t' eternal silence, while his jaws  
Stretch wide in his victorious friends applause,  
Another heartening of his neighbour, feels  
His own faint wounded soul run down his heels.  
Thus we (God help us) our sick warfare find,  
Being fruit that hang but till the first brisk wind.  
We're standing-corn to day, then by and by  
With sickle cut; we do but live to die.  
Where the judicious make but a retreat,  
Timorous vulgar crowds have their defeat:  
One seeing how they tremble as they stand,  
Would think they were on 
* Plin  Gabians quaking land.  
They goods imprison in each chest and hutch,  
As if they were made guilty by their touch:  
As tim'rously they talk, look pale and stare,  
As if they had been frighted by the air.  
ere they do firmly establish their intents,  
First shuttlecock and stoolball arguments:  
They're bid to sly, and then they're bid to stay,  
And so are hailed and tortured every way.  
Some strive to change, at least, their vote Prorogue;  
But the far greater number bears the vogue:  
Should pelf, say they, so far with us prevail,  
As to outweigh our lives in th' other scale▪  
Linger we here like Archimede, till we  
Circled ourselves out of all Geometry?  
No, Balak bids, where God shows angry face,  
To build him altar in another place.  
Let's therefore lock up all, and hasten out,  
And so they turn the sail, and ta●k about:  
Both of them and their goods we are bereft,  
While their fear seems concomitant to theft.  
They run to hid their heads in every hole,  
As if their bag and baggage they had stole.  
Have ye ever seen a routed army, how  
They mount up head and tail like capering cow;  
Bound as Tre-ding-te-do, or as when shot  
Falls in the rear, and rouzes lazy Wat?  
Leap hedge, then fall in ditch, scape ditch, and then  
Flounce into bog: then out, and in again?  
Think us as light of heel, as wild and mad.  
As new hatched Partridge of the Tribe of Gad.  
But as unlucky birds, it is our lot,  
That scarce one of a flock escapes the shot.  
Haply we're safe the first day of our flight,  
But go into our winding-sheet at night:  
So have I seen poor panting hunted deer,  
Wounded by fatal arrows here and there,  
Sigh, fly, wind, turn; but does as vainly fret,  
As rambling Coney struggles in a net,  
Heightens her dole, and after all her course,  
The life she'd save is torn from her by force:  
From her own self she posts away apace,  
And makes the greater speed to lose the race.  
By those infectious fires that she flies,  
Like squib i'●h' air quickly consumes, she dies.  
Physic's suspended now, you'll soon see why,  
As herbs, their season come, hung up to dry:  
No man that sells his wisdom here will be,  
Where Patient dies ere he can come for fee.  
You must allow that they who judges sit  
On life and death, should go the circuit.  
What would a man chides the Physician have?  
What should he do where he wants skill to save▪  
It cannot be honest or wise man's part,  
To meddle with a thing beyond his art.  
The Plague being out of humane power, doth prove,  
That there's infallibly a God above.  
To see men die, and never make complaint,  
More than by Purge or Pill, would fright a Saint.  
Pity with fear would move an heathens sense,  
And bring his frailty to his conscience:  
IT would make him as a Christian Physician,  
Try well the Simples of his Composition.  
Smpling's a part of Physic; and you know,  
Solomon said, take simples where they grow:  
Doctors must needs be wanted where they're gone,  
For all the country's strangely liver-grown.  
The sorrow that to us does intervene,  
Makes us extremely troubled with the Spleen:  
Much honesty and kindness they do show;  
Telling us all their mind before they go.  
They say mox, longè, tardè, and thus put,  
As wise men should, their Iliads in a nut:  
Who is not satisfied with this, may fret,  
Till Passion prove his antidote by Sweat.  
A medicine that is taken ere 'tis given,  
Good to drive out their oldland ●and druggy) leaven.  
If any with their Lord have mercy's ble●t,  
He may get Parish-Priest to do the rest.  
Physicians so into Divins will run,  
And then exhale as Spirits in the Sun.  
They'd reprehended be to go away;  
Like those who would not heal on Sabbath day:  
Withdraw from the disease their helpful skill,  
When it hath got the greatest force to kill:  
Claim so great same of us, and when they come  
To merit, leave their titles in their room.  
Like distant spreading trees, some sinking wretch  
Reaching out to, does only shadow catch:  
But none can be dishonoured, shamed, or shent,  
For wanting his full power they represent.  
They never were intended such renown,  
To have with Doctors style great Nature's crown.  
They're still but Mortals, who our crazy harms  
Are not to help by miracles or charms:  
Their absence intimates they do endure  
●ardship with detriment for Patients cure;  
And for the good of Nature are designed  
To help her work 
* Hipp. sect. 1. ●pho 21.  that way she's most inclined.  
Their Patients their copartners they make;  
The prescripts they give them, themselves they take.  
What though the air common as water be,  
jordan could serve to cure the Leprosy.  
Those that have care of souls, have bodies  
And these must be provided for, you know.  
Therefore that honest neighbour don't esteem  
One next himself the farther off from him:  
They tell him, what no Heathen is so strict,  
Learned or wise to have wit to contradict:  
That virtuous man can ne'er offend or sin,  
Who makes his Charity at home begin.  
So having pleasured those that would complain  
As with thick cloak against a shower of rain;  
That blessing want not, which the sick require,  
Make us as happy as we can desire.  
ere they depart, bid us adieu, and thus  
Leave God, the best Physician, with us:  
They leave us; and we well do know the matter,  
That shepherds, when the sheep are smitten, scatter.  
Who t' Aaron now or Moses make address,  
As of old, seek them in the Wilderness:  
Wh●re no more Grove-Idolatry we'll fear,  
Since Levites, who Gods judgements dread, are there.  
We wonder not they leave us thus alone,  
That Prophets fail us, since the Law is gone.  
We would reprove them well to leave us here,  
Like Priest and Levite v●lned passenger;  
If they, should people ●each, could not abide  
I● town or life to have the ●ext applied:  
If where they cannot save, they should employ  
Their brea●h and lucubrations to destroy:  
If they with fear should have so little grace,  
To think themselves▪ less sinners for their place:  
Were not the bodies of the Saints as dear  
In life, as are their Relics any where.  
Did Pastor not for Sheep in such mishaps,  
To show them way of safety, break the gaps;  
And was that Patriarch conquered God, so brave  
T' o'ercome Death, and not halt into his grave.  
The Law dispersed sundry ways, invites,  
As did the Infant Gospel, Proselytes.  
Each Inns of Court, shut fast up, seems to you  
Mysterious as Synagogue of jew.  
Conveighancer is at Surveighers hand;  
As both in field designed to measure land.  
If any quarrels betwixt neighbours breed,  
Lawyer no more than Conjurer he'll need:  
For in a short time he may lay his life,  
One or both parties die, so end the strife.  
We'd blame these Do●s to leave us in a State,  
O're-powered by th' uncivil laws of Fate:  
To back the bench and bar, relax and thaw  
This bitter biting weather, from the Law.  
Many would shrewdly chide them for their pains,  
Conditioned they'd but left them so much brains.  
Who served the Tabernacle did not fail,  
They say, to keep it with vail over vail.  
The Court disbands, as if the rule of state  
Were like some long worn fashion, out of date.  
Each Officer, like a Diagoras,  
Studies the difference 'twixt place and place:  
How he with safety farthest may recule.  
From those relate the nearest to his rule.  
They fly, as if our judgement were the same  
With Sodom and Gomorrah's sulphur flame:  
These fain we'd blame, I know not why, unless  
We thought our Plague on them would make it less.  
(As if by our ill husbandry w' had found,  
That their deep channels well might drain our ground.)  
Like such would all things with one measure meet,  
Stand on our head, or have our hands our ●eet:  
When finding we're exceeding ill, we would  
Find fault with those could never do us good.  
After we have rebelled, we angry are,  
That in our punishment they take no share:  
When for our stubborness we're scourged thus,  
We'd cry, Our Rulers won't be ruled by us.  
But we see Nature kindly takes our part.  
To keep untainted liver, brain, and heart.  
When Haracans blow us away, heaven s●rowds  
The heads of lofty mountains in the clouds.  
We see in gloomy rempests each fair light  
Adorns those Orbs above, withdraws from sight▪  
And when to Earth Heaven's Parliament did vote  
Plague-grave of rain, the Ark did safely float.  
Bacchus & Ceres' worthies, such who shine  
By th' agile, jovial rays of Ale and Wine;  
Haunt Tipling-booths, & serve, as many think,  
To talk up vapouring spirits in the drink:  
Or, as most modern author's phrase it, stand  
To gage the Liquor-casks with sword in hand:  
Till in their file they fall, as not being fickle  
Till in their foil they fall, as not being fickle  
To quit their service, though they sleep in pickle.  
Of these (whom one listing, affirmed it truly,  
They were as numerous as Flies in july)  
Some few are left, but most are gone, we see,  
To teach rurigine Bumkins Cocks can neigh:  
He's but a Craven-cock who cannot brave,  
Unless he may his own known Dunghill have.  
So great a tempest beating on our Shore,  
No wonder if the fields and meadows roar.  
What place can you suppose fit to yield  
Such fruit as Wildings be, than hedge or field?  
Transplant them, or if you do them inest,  
Much sweetness they acquire, and prove the best:  
None can courageous spirit qualify,  
Better than with the Country honesty.  
Aug●as Stable still had been unclean,  
Had Hercules ne'er from his City been.  
These should be blamed; for now when Night is dressed,  
They ●ail to tell the spangles in her vest:  
Leave us the sad reversion of their wars,  
(And in their stead) to combat with the stars.  
They should be blamed, for being now so scared;  
As to leave City without welt or guard:  
Did not their flight their ramage prowess meet  
Friendly, and by their care prove it discreet:  
Show by their retrospection that they've sense  
Of after world, as men of Conscience;  
And to our charity commend their fear,  
As such have not courage enough to hear.  
They'd be in fault, if with their souls they do  
Trust God, and do not with their bodies too:  
Did not they signify each of them strives  
For future justice to preserve their lives.  
The Trade's are in their Hieroglyphics now,  
Their Shops, Halls, Signs, lest only for a show.  
Their progress they are gone to sundry parts,  
T' instruct rude country towns, and sow their arts.  
They swarm in great ones, and are fixed there  
As if our sad, foul weather made their fair.  
The only thriving trade that one can tell here  
Lives by the dead, (as Hangman) Coffin-seller;  
You judging of this mystery, must know,  
That sturdy Smith, who lives by thump and blow,  
Shoemaker, Chandler, Glover, Baker, Grocer,  
And she makes shirts, & lives by Yes and No Sir▪  
All these, with almost every money-taker,  
Are summed and tombed up in a Coffin-maker.  
As each Disease when the Plague rages, is  
Turned to the Plague; so all trades turn to this.  
At every door stand marshaled in array  
Buyers, as greenboughs are planted there in May.  
Trades would be blamed; for going out of town,  
They take our Cities glorious Standard down.  
That Standard Fame for news shows foreign Kings  
Each new day, and relies upon for wings;  
Enchants Erinnyes Snakes with rage to greet  
Each other till their Cadmus' teeth do meet.  
Can e'er they London's interest repay,  
Though they should work on every Holiday?  
Do they want tools, or make they tail of bricks.  
That to the woods they go to pick up sticks?  
Do they now for the want of Prentices,  
To Country go to be supplied with these?  
To their new streets inhabitants to win,  
Fly they as Coy-ducks to bring others in?  
As tired and heartless must they take their ease▪  
And like poor land lie fallow to increase?  
Or should the grass in every street be seen  
Florid and verdant as in Bedlam-green?  
With vacive houses do they lay a wile  
For wand'ring jews usurp them may the while?  
Or says some Prophet that great Turkish rac●  
They may beget by changing of their place▪  
No, no; who'll neither pity nor excuse  
Others great loss, deserves himself to lose.  
You'd scarce count such an Artisan discreet,  
Knows how to use his hands, and not his feet▪  
When every one into the Country flies,  
Trades here are wheels without their axel-tree●  
Th' imbellick and meticulous they were  
By th' ancient laws exempted from the war.  
It is not always fear makes men retire,  
Nor always cold that drives them to the fire.  
Muff upon glove, and gate with door to house  
Speak pleasure, mode, convenience, grace and use  
Who hath good words, will spare some to his neighbour▪  
And bless as well those rest, as those that labour  
Who by h●s birth and calling too is free,  
Hath double right to lawful liberty.  
Well baked bread hath good crust as well as crumb  
And he writes best that hath his elbow room.  
They get by their departure no disgrace:  
The place did not make them, they made th● plac●  
Men honour have not places, unless those  
Where we bare head, or pull off hose and shoes.  
His place must out of measure him bewitch,  
Makes altar that does daily kiss his breech.  
When any at deaths point their dear lives crave  
What power has that idol then to save?  
City should such preserve who give it fame,  
Which from those it would destroy it canno● claim.  
If they be rich, long service ushers gain,  
That bows low to their hand, and thanks their brain.  
If they have honour, 'tis not their renown,  
More than their labours crops & virtue's crown.  
When calm bright day with beauty to express,  
The most resplendent robe in glory's dress,  
Varying her look and tyre, with lightning, thunder,  
Hail, wind & clouds, changes admirers wonder,  
What fault have those, whose luckless dwellings lie  
For quarter to such plundering enemy?  
Yet all for sake not home, but thousands stay,  
Who ne'er go out of Parish bounds to pray.  
Haply (as who'd not wish?) when plague is o'er,  
May most be blest to multiply a score.  
London's not in Cimmerian darkness then,  
But robbed of light to be returned again.  
It's richly furnished buildings seem to th' eye,  
Like ships that in safe port at anchor lie.  
Principle 'bides secure from all abuse,  
Only a while it wants a little use.  
Who with malignant sickness is at strife,  
Has hardest task can be in humane life.  
None learns to tutor Fate; nor can be said  
Lord of his life with master of his trade.  
Who needs will cavil, when the sea a pace  
Po●ts o'er the bank he sits, should keep h●s place.  
Or when he sees some fire-drake does assail  
His face, neither hide that nor turn his tail.  
Abroad we see huge Pindus' of men, spite  
As if the deluge were to fall again.  
While (praised be God) he from Fates rage and  
Tenderly keeps (unquenched) our Israel's light,  
We're l●ke that people, when the vulgar throng  
Took the dimensions of 
* Deut. 12 8.  right and wrong.  
We'd clamour at those mounts, but that we know  
The vales would loudly echo bac● our woe.  
And e'er we can with words our envious pride  
Advance, our stolid vanity deride.  
They should be blamed, did not our reasons seem  
To call them back in a sophistick dream.  
Can aught within arts verge be found or made  
To wh●t our wit or judgement to persuade?  
We should be blamed, and we ourselves should blame,  
Did not confession aggravate our shame:  
And make our own insimulating breath,  
Sub'tly alley us to a double death.  
'Tis not our stay, but our disordered pranks,  
Betray our lives, like troops have broke their ranks.  
Such are our frantic fits, they cry to have  
For whip and scourge no Bedlam but the grave.  
We who remain, seeing each attinent  
Deaf to our kindest words, remove his tent:  
Friends were as dear as flesh can be to bone,  
Or heart to bosom, leave us all alone:  
That when we have the greatest need to use  
Their friendship, than the love-knot should unloose:  
In bitter winds, when't hails and reins and snows,  
Then to be robbed and stripped of all our clothes:  
That men and money tempered are alike,  
As cold to help as hard to move or strike:  
That we should find our richest heaps so scant,  
That they but serve to mind us of our want.  
As one to Westminster some stranger brings,  
To view the wealthy Sepulchre of Kings.  
The beauteous bulk & countenance of wealth,  
Personless and without the soul of health:  
That our bags, when most heavy, should be found  
Only of weight to weigh our hearts to ground:  
Since th' eye assures us now we must not think  
'Twill look on us unless in paint or ink;  
And th' ear no other words from us will hear,  
But such as may be currant with its fear:  
Takes from our mouths only such gales as may  
Carry its rocking vessel forth our bay:  
T' expect succour from son, as well one m●ght  
Days sun expect at deadest time of n●ght.  
Who seeks one for his blessing, as his son,  
For blessing comes to Church when Church is done.  
No mother's tender hand nor piteous smile  
Over her own dear bowels while they broil.  
No wife to comfort. With the body heart  
First dies, as senseless: then head dies apart.  
Sister, brother, husband not more disclaim  
Their kindred, than the hearing of their name.  
In their assistance all no better are,  
Then th' empty echo answers from afar.  
In neighbour's house we think to give our moan  
That ●ase and scope it finds not it our own.  
With open mouth we run forth; but the door  
Answers our mouth as it was shut before  
Then haste we to acquaintance, who the worst  
Fearing, had took th' alarm to be horsed.  
To send them gifts, would seem such flattery  
As theirs, who court old men with gifts to die▪  
Carriers too are in like cross reslive mood,  
Neither with words nor presents to be wooed.  
As if they should be pressed here, did they come,  
To carry buyers to grave, they stay at home.  
Finding ourselves each one as left pe●du,  
In labyrinth without Ariadne's clue;  
And having for our bitter sole relief,  
Muse, suspicions, malady and grief:  
All things without and in us full of woe,  
We'd secure beg, but from whom do not know.  
Then like such totally subjected are  
To th' effrene, maniack manage of despair,  
With every rule we are at mortal strife  
Would draw us from th' anomaly of life:  
Orders confound, and morals send to beg  
In fields and woods, with neither arm nor leg.  
As if reason were stupid sloth to feel  
Aculeate spur, we place it at our heel.  
Justice and dignity we only put  
Before, to take the first place of our foot.  
In harming others, that we harm not less  
Ourselves, we murder our own consciences.  
Then when our souls tell-clocks are hushed, that we  
Without remorse, may sleep in villainy;  
We dream of nothing but such freaks as they  
Usually act who with the Fairies play.  
What may unriddled folly be▪ else what  
On others name or body leaves a spot.  
To scape the Plague we see lascivious Dame,  
Who gives it us, but by another name.  
We surfeit and luxuriate till the Pest,  
Though not invited, boldly shares the feast.  
This pledges us our healths that freely spare  
Liquor of life to the infected air.  
We give ourselves to each enormity,  
Will let us have the least ado to die:  
Our valour, since we'd try what would come on't,  
So favours as to place us in the front.  
We list under such vices seldom fail,  
But speedily do with the Plague prevail.  
They such be nothing have to do with it,  
As we suppose, no more than flies with meat.  
Such as no more will let us feel our bane,  
Then did Vitellius his bousing vain.  
No more with plague confederates are then Cloister  
With Market, Sword with Quaker, Lark with Oyster.  
The Captain Zophyrus his project hath  
Like Precedent to school our cheated faith.  
As he, so thèy lead us with friendly word;  
But yet at last consign us to their Lord.  
By Searchers we are governed, such as feel  
Whether a man be made of wood or steel.  
They're pilgrim- weemen-seers, who can tell,  
Not whether one be bound for heaven or hell,  
But what's of more importance, many think,  
To know the ill and welfare of his chink.  
They prate not much of health, as others, but  
Are of the Gentle-craft to fit his foot.  
Speedily they prepare him for the grave,  
And then take measure of what e'er he have.  
Confess and then absolve him all alone,  
With power as much as ever had Pope joan.  
Better that you may know with theirs our state,  
They may be termed the middle magistrate.  
Not for their sex but ways: for they'll be sure  
To come between heir and executor:  
Just in the centre fall, where's understood  
What ever can be valued as good.  
They fear no rebel forces may them brave;  
For none will strive with them for what they have  
They're Captains of th' Amazonian shades,  
Whose dismal territories none invades.  
For all their age, they're left us for a breed,  
Serving us always at our greatest need:  
Serve dying man to multiply his store,  
Increasing with what he can use no more.  
Engender with the dead: as on a tomb  
The Spaniard did with the Pope's 
† A marble Figure upon a tomb in St. Peter's Church of a very beautiful Lady, wi●h which a Spaniard wa● so enamoured, that ●e expiated his lust upon it, as if it had b●●● alive.  niece in Rome.  
Whom shall we spend our breath more to commend,  
Then one is left our last and only friend?  
They are our friends beyond what can be said;  
For they do not forsake us when we're dead:  
Our spirits awe and keep our ghosts in fear:  
As you may see by the small wand they bear.  
With Searcher, Nurse and Quack too rule our state,  
To make completely a Triumvirate.  
Her Politics are not from Aristotle,  
But from the grave, the purse, the bag and bottle.  
Her task is hard: therefore one must allow  
Her food as much as if he were her plough.  
Her danger being great, he cannot think,  
Her analeptick worse than Spanish drink.  
Though she take many a preservative,  
Quick silver's that which keeps her best alive.  
Her daily pay as commonly is known,  
As hers that lover serves for half a crown.  
Her hands, to take, are nu● hooks, and her feet,  
As ready are to run for winding-sheet.  
She keeps the sick from want, which she doe● ward  
Off so, it can't touch her who is his guard.  
Narcoticks are the best th●ngs he can keep  
By him: for she thrives best when he's asleep.  
He never chides her: nor indeed is't reason  
He should; for well he knows 'tis out of season.  
Passion uncurbed by fear is mastiff dog,  
To raging fury left and freed from clog.  
The Pestilence like Frigo● then will ride,  
Hard goaded in the poop with ●inde and tide.  
And soon his lifes dear longing he may lose,  
Who for his Nurse is nice to pick and choose.  
Suppose such are as scarce as may be ●are  
In corn that's weeded well: one here, one there.  
Discarded nurse may do him as much harm,  
As Devil sent away without a charm.  
For want of Nurses think as many shoals  
Of sick have died, as hops without their poles.  
For her neglect or absence his content  
Is patience, as best fitting patiented.  
He'll ne'er give out she killed him: for 'tis said,  
He's to be always silent when he's dead.  
And while he lives, Nurses he'll never curse,  
Knowing few good, most bad, and many worse.  
Quietly h●'l conclude she's such a thing  
About his person, as is plague-sore ring.  
You now to know the mystery of Quack.  
May jumble walnuts in a musty Jack.  
As many knick-knacks, many will avouch it,  
Lurk in his brain, as in a Tinker's budget.  
Now be'nt in wrath to see Quack hindmost here.  
Greatness and office put him in the rear.  
Knowing not to lead, he is not first nor middle;  
Having no soul of harmony to fiddle.  
Therefore, as best of all to please your taste,  
Like sugar after physic, comes at last.  
He or some for him, setting out a throat,  
The patches speak in Tom of Bedlams coat.  
As variously his pedigree he brings,  
As flies from sorts of reptiles take their wings.  
He never broke his brains to know or bear  
A Doctor's trouble, who runs here and there;  
But his first principles: that you may think  
He's knowing man to deal with pen and ink.  
He was bred up to keep accounts, or know  
The subtlety of weaver's art or so.  
But since counts fail, and ends are broke, he lays  
A new design, and falls to vary phrase.  
By Physic he thinks best he may prevail;  
So What d'ye lack, he turns to What d'ye a●●  
Finding his Hate sink, and almost past hope,  
His spirits like brave soldier, musters up:  
Resolves to save himself, or by some limb  
Catch others, and so make them fall with hi●●  
Then without farther thought, or needlessly  
Hackny'ng his breech to th' University,  
As rebel Cobblers in the Pulpit where,  
He from the shop steps into Doctor's chair.  
So when some course old Holland napkin ro●●,  
'Tis dishclout turned, and serves to scour th● po●●▪  
What hurt do m●ny medicines, well is known,  
Therefore to mend this fault, he hath but one▪  
Somewhat that on diseases foul will fall,  
And like the fire consume and conquer all.  
Some water, pill or powder can give birth  
To wonders: bring out all things like the earth:  
Somewhat can mollify the hardest corn,  
And strait the wind of a crumpled horn.  
With his rule he can take Paul's height, or use  
To lay foundation to a winking house.  
The guts that do but learn his skill in part,  
Are thought the close Meanders of his art.  
The bodies every limb and bowel greet  
With as m●ch prid● his worth, as gouty feet.  
His instrument's a saw, nail, scowrer, rammer,  
Wedge, chissel, plane, cord, bellows, forge and hammer  
Oft 'tis but one: but hath as many joints,  
As merchant's shop with rattles, pins & points.  
Expect his ware not new and in the fashion,  
But what as old is as dissimulation.  
Under a new name vampt, as strange appears,  
As when the Farrier cuts off horses' ears.  
As when for your convenience you do  
Turn heel down, and make slipper of a shoe.  
To every form and thing change this he can;  
As jesuite, they say, is every man.  
Like serpent with its old skin off, it is  
Just as some newborn issue, christened his.  
Lest barren he by others be reviled,  
For heir of arts, father's another's child.  
He's very humble, you must under●and,  
Taking his fees by others underhand.  
Whether his calling lawful be'nt or be,  
HE has luck to find a lawful deputy.  
Some Bookseller or Apothecary, these  
Till he far better, find him bread and cheese.  
These two, while he at tick-tack, passage, ●u●●,  
Is diligent, make money of his stuff,  
While he consults to make his golden calves,  
As jeroboam did, they go his halves.  
You've seen an highway gelding turn to jade,  
So does his doctor's science turn to trade.  
Of these he learns to set himself out bigger,  
And bind his phrase in form, if not in figure.  
They for his credit will not let him lack  
Hard words would break a ploughman's teeth to crack.  
To trim him up they are his looking-glass;  
Or serum as scouring sand to bright his brass.  
If he outlive the times, he'll never blush  
In meaner habit then of rival plush.  
A Doctor's fellow he for wealth will be,  
In judgement only of a low degree.  
Mean while his prescript and his physic form,  
As 
† 2 Tim. 2.17.  Hymeneus' speech, proves canker-worm:  
Mangies our purse, eludes our life, and hath  
Authority to stigmatize our faith.  
And he himself, as his great acts may tell;  
Like 
E●od. 7.11, 2 Tim. ● 8.  jambres is monkey of miracle.  
These are the times in which he must commence,  
Being to the Plague a very pestilence.  
This is our tottering three-legged stool we've found  
For fine device to tumble on the ground.  
Upon these three we lean our painful heads,  
As in a jesuits chamber with three beds.  
Here young and handsome maids fearless to fall,  
Keepin the street great distance from the wall▪  
Walk in the midst the way alone, as though  
They might conceive if any near them go:  
As if they in great danger were to get  
For plague, great belly by the men they met.  
A long streets length blind man may walk in dream,  
And not a louse give any touches him.  
Each Change, now changed, fast barricadoed is,  
As janus' Temple in the times of peace.  
Their flaunting gallantries hid all their heads,  
As wh●n gay flowers ●ink into their bed●.  
As when an old man's feet in frosty weather,  
To make nest warm, lie crumpled up together.  
Where we had Pater noster in our way,  
We sighing now, Ora pro nobis say.  
Many not broke by trade, but breaking that  
For change of life in far more honoured state;  
Knowing the great advantage by't, before  
They die, desire their Will hang out at door:  
Gift door with prophecy, how it may teach  
Others the dying discipline they preach.  
Persuade more after them, that they may find●  
They've little reason long to stay behind:  
Invite them there to dwell, and so become  
The first door to their sempiternal ●ome.  
When one dies in an house, the rest th●y get  
Abroad, and then the grave is to be let.  
None count it strange that money should be given  
For passage makes the nearest way to heaven.  
Those well have lived, and so are si● to die,  
Atropus there can teach her mystery.  
They help and do her service in the place.  
For many hands make work go ●n apace.  
But patch and paint don't always join, nor are  
All faces in disgrace for mark of scar.  
House neither goods nor master wants: for he  
Secures his venture by a policy:  
Rules it by poliza, script, twine or clue,  
Can easily his labyrinth undo.  
It only serves as ticket to the master,  
To go to raise his faith in change of pasture:  
Entreats house may not be by any thought  
Upon account of chance or time in fault.  
'Tis ornamental-frize that by its place,  
Insinuates the prayers turned to grace:  
Emboldens fear. And none the Tenant will  
Blame, house secur●s t' himself by bond or bill.  
'Tis to be let, as I●abella is,  
When wife to Tristram, by antiphrasis.  
'Tis to be let, i.e. be let alone  
To tenant, has ear-markt it for his own.  
A Soldier stands at m●ny doors with spear,  
As if black Pluto had his palace there.  
Or that the soldier must his weapons carry,  
Being deaths lifeguard and stipendiary.  
As though wi●h our profession we would vaunt  
We members are of the Church militant.  
Halberds and spears stand watching there alone,  
Whil● guard as feared with their own arms are gone.  
They seem Dodona's grove, to speak a law,  
L●ke Oracle to force one to withdraw.  
Not that any designed with him to fight;  
But as if master of those arms were spirit.  
Think of the watchman's service, and he shows  
But as a man of clouts to fright the crows.  
Like gazing person in the market, who  
Sits kicking heels, and nothing has to do.  
What cares he if his porch and fort you take,  
When plaguy victor champion's at his back?  
But he, say we suppose him strong and stous,  
Keeps not the sick within, though others out.  
As i● sick persons swelled t' a mighty state,  
To let them out, he's porter at the gate:  
Thinks it hard nature to withhold those, who  
Would of the world but take leave ere they go.  
So up and down among the rest they crowd,  
Now in then out, as sun that's under cloud:  
To earth persuade us with touch, sigh and groan,  
As if't were mortal sin to die alone.  
Swarming like bee● on every h●rb they fall,  
Not to get honey, but disperse their gall:  
Est●em it light where ever they resort,  
If they revive joab and Abners sport.  
As in a dance where many go the round,  
One falling pulls down others to the ground.  
Coaches and Carts (our plague in health) we are  
Free from, as if the stones they must not wear.  
And these as clean from use are kept, as though  
Every d●y were to be the Lord Major●●how.  
The coaches left, scare us to see them come  
In mourning towards us like gaping tomb.  
So sorrowful a spectacle to one  
They seem, as body when the soul is gone.  
They look as if they penitently mourned,  
Because they had their m●sters overturned:  
For sake of business, pastime, friend or wife▪  
Carried him quite beyond the stage of life.  
As if not ghost as is the common talk)  
But, when a man is dead, his house must walk.  
So sadly do they look and mope about,  
As if pleasure were turned the inside out.  
Those open shops sell any ware or stuff  
In Cheapsi●e, now do make it dear enough.  
They're very few; and that there may be mad●  
Good bargain, you'll scarce find two of a trad●  
Most nailed and locked up are, and seem to you  
Like picture buildings can't be looked into:  
Presents sealed up and ready to be sent  
Where e'er their Landlords are to take th●●● ren●  
One gazing on them easily believes,  
Whose e'er they be, they're very fit for thieves  
Stranger might think all the week long we kee●  
Some solemn feast, as Holiday of sleep.  
That all the day we lo●kt up night, and lacked  
Nothing to know 'twas noon but to be wake●  
Did Cesar now enter our City gate,  
His prize would make him think he had fou●● a che●●  
Doubtless he'd lose it all, and in derision  
Go out again for want of opposition.  
Our C●sh-bank's dry, so little is there in it,  
That parts abr●●d bring money to our mint.  
Our treasury and glutted souls delight  
Devoured such wealth, now craves the Widow's mite.  
As if like 
* Gen. 42 35.  corn sacks of the fathers: so we  
Had fast when dead, in our mouth● all our money.  
As if t' appease the manes, wi●h the dead  
All his whole substance too were buried:  
Or for the last abuse of worldly store,  
As if the rich did die to starve the poor.  
So ●ast we die, so poor live, that what's sent  
To feed us, on our burials is spent.  
Our gaudy robes can make no better brag●,  
Then from each shire to be supplied with rags.  
Nature's inverted. For this place, the heart  
Should feed, is fed by every other part.  
Unless you'll say the waters from the Main  
To rivers run, do but refund again.  
But so our Ocean does the rivers need,  
That most of us seem of tru● beggars breed.  
Strangers for alms we thankfully do greet  
Abroad, and here beg of the next we meet.  
Beggar hunts benefactor: yet no worse  
He'd handle him then merely take h●s purse.  
I have been sick these thirteen days, says one,  
And now, like bird from nest am newly flown.  
Good Sir, another cries, have pity on me:  
For I, God wots, have five plague-sores upo● me  
Thus benefactor feared dares make no stay,  
So Charity with justice flies away.  
Two days and nights fires in our stree● did bur●▪  
To light th' infectious spirits to their urn.  
Three days by order they should have bee● ther●.  
But to be out of pain of life and fear,  
Like niggards who to their last end arrive,  
We would not be at so much charge to live.  
The fires were after precedent of such  
Old grandsires, knew what fire was by th● touch  
But the Plague being in our flagitious lives,  
And as the creature that in fire survives;  
God with our sacrifice would not be pleased  
The physic e'er should touch the part diseased  
By night and day the dead walk ev●●● wher●  
As if th● day of doom drew very near.  
Dins shows us his black princes in the dead,  
Being more tall than others by the h●●d,  
As they are softly carried on their way,  
Death seems to make triumphant holiday.  
Many attend them to the graves, are taught  
How to come there next day; so than ar● brought  
As if sins punishment with sin did meet,  
To be alike infectious and sweet.  
Thus, as such in their duty are well read,  
We do but let the 
† Non ●st vivere ●ed vale●● vita.  dead bury the dead.  
The doleful Parish-bell all night and day  
Beating, as pulse, its sickness does betray.  
Mortality all sermon● does contain.  
As every silver ●ountain courts the Main.  
All divine rays are centred in this text;  
As amply round us spreads as heavens convex.  
T' illustrate holy Scripture well, his breath  
Best does it to the life, best sets forth death.  
The Gospel's full sum and epitome,  
To prove life's warfare is Prepare to di●.  
In this the graves great ●ubile, we choose  
No place but Churchyard for our rendesvouze.  
We need not, when our li●e begins to fail,  
Fall strait to dig our graves with tooth and nail;  
Nor stay till we are by some long disease  
Consumed: we may in grave walk when we please.  
Who goes from street to street in City, roams,  
●ike the possessed man among the tombs.  
No subtle wit th' infernal God betrays,  
Whose palace gate lies open nights and days.  
His meskites porch opens to all that come;  
To s●ay and be prepared to hear their doom,  
There we receive the vapour and th● st●am  
Of those we lost before; so follow them.  
Graves mouths gape wide along our way, to force  
At least, invite us to our lives last course.  
And that a lonely place may not displease,  
They've room to welcome many families.  
Though we before our exit from the womb  
Lay there alone, we're crowded in the tomb:  
Wisely they leave graves open to the dead,  
'Cause some too early there are brought t● b●●  
Those there we thought bid us their last adi●●  
Before they can repent, are born anew.  
They wa-king speak, thinking they may be bold  
Wanting their clothes, to say they are a cold.  
One out of trance returned, after much stri●e  
Among a troup of dead, exclaims for life.  
One finding himself as some m●id, hard laceed  
Or as ● Watch for pocket, straight caseed,  
Equally terrified with pain and fear,  
Complains to those can neither speak nor hea●  
One having broke his elbows, heels and toe●  
Continues on th● alarm with his nose.  
Another he instead of louse and fleas,  
Feeling himself worse pinched in little ease,  
Dejected with arms hanging, whines a ditty,  
Like prisoner goes to suffer, Psalm of pity:  
Having with cold and speaking lost his throat,  
Makes noise as bird that sings his rural note.  
One too too weak to raise his aching head,  
Throws of the sheet when friends have sold his bed.  
Another not being used to silent life,  
Calls daughter Doll, maid Sue, and Kate his wife.  
At last they come and gape to what is said:  
Like unlearned clowns that hear a letter read.  
They cry for help, as if they had disgrace  
By lying there, or did not like their place.  
They seem as favours to the world again  
Sent, to convert their 
* Luke 16.28.  sinful brethren.  
We fear no grave (if we may, dying) for though  
Buried to day, we may arise to morrow.  
The day of judgement can be no surpriz●.  
For graves gape wide, and the sepulchred rise.  
By grinning heads that are be●ore us hurled  
From thence, we're scorned and ●louted from the world.  
D●ath shows us not h●s teeth to scare, but kill;  
As morglayes bareed to execute his Will.  
These when our plotting heads would work our pride  
To great designs, our policy deride.  
When we laugh much, our fellow sceleton  
Shows us our sides we hold, from bone to bone.  
When the world makes us sigh, lament & cry,  
Memento mori's always in our eye.  
The Stygian lake receives again new birth,  
And makes pro●ound eruptions from the earth.  
Brimstone V●suvius and AE●na have  
vast 
† Gaenta, a gr●at gaping mount●in between Rom● an● Napl●s, supposed to be cl●ft asunder by an earthquake  Gaetan●an channels in each grave.  
Heaven reins down scorpions, while the earth presumes  
To stifle us with deletery fumes.  
We cannot quench or cool that flaming breath  
The air swells up our lungs with, but by death.  
In our choice drink we do the Lethe taste,  
And our dear bread is made of arsenic paste.  
The flesh we eat gives us with strength bu● powe●  
To feed tho●e greedy wolves our hearts devour.  
We're as AEgystus sons; or such cross guest  
Found in the wilderness a dying feast.  
We stew, ●ake, boil, with such success to follow  
To those that eat, as when there's 
* 2 Kings 4.40.  mors in olls.  
Warm vest, like robe of Hercules was wet  
In Nessus' blood, procures deaths icy sweat.  
Each thing Paul said was 
† 1 Cor. 10.23.  lawful, though no● fi●  
Now's so forbid, we die by touching it.  
Letter of friend long life and perfect health  
Gives us in wish, takes both away by stealth.  
Though't bring us gold as Palamede's, each groat  
Is for the carriage paid to Charo●s boat.  
It treason shows, and pays us our last meed,  
While sadly we our condemnation read.  
We find by this exitial surpr●ze,  
The whole Creation's turned our enemies.  
And to speak our condition at the best,  
Our City's merely but great house of Pest.  
To seem, though foes to all, t' ourselves good friends,  
(Holding all day our noses by the ends)  
Some mixed drugs or herbs together bound  
We smell: as if we stank above the ground.  
Our rooms with sulphur fumes are smokeed and aired,  
As if for Purgatory we prepared.  
Our life, of which we can be sure of no where,  
So passive is, we do not act but suffer.  
We who are not permitted yet to die,  
Seem left as dregs merely to put●esi●.  
As broken hose one by misfortune rents,  
At every touch ready to run to e●ds.  
As tainted eggs the parent birds will not  
Brood longer on: so addle we and rot.  
We who of late praised heaven for victories,  
Now beg our lives to conquer that with cries,  
After our joy, tears, sighs, and prayers, these  
Make us concerned to write upon our knees.  
Forelorn and wretched we who now remain,  
Suddenly are as exiles, caught and slain.  
Our lethal curse making our friends afeared;  
Like wounded dear we're horned off from the heard.  
God leaves us too. Hell falls from heaven, while thus  
The Devil reins his kingdom upon us.  
Sad case, could any fitly make appear,  
No humane judge were great enough to hear.  
And ten to one who thus employ their breath,  
Like swans they do but sing before their death.  
Tali spiramine Nesis  
Emittit stygium nebulosis aëra saxis  
Antraque letiferi rabiem Typhonis anhelant.  Lucan. l. 6.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. OR, THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence,  
Part 2.  
THat flame Prometheus' image did inspire.  
Upward, from whence it came, still sends its spire:  
To heaven, where th' Intellect feasting its wish.  
Finds at the board uncovered every dish.  
No aporetick qualm nor taper light  
Sconvolge its taste nor tantalise its sight.  
But to the eye each thing more lucid seems,  
Then if the sun lent it his feasting beams.  
The hungry palate finds its full content,  
Not more by pleasure than by nutriment.  
Man's noble soul can never be confined  
To any lower region than his mind.  
judgement his other faculties would call  
Together for due tribute from them all:  
In every object of his sense and eye  
View with meridian light the what and why.  
Till then, if he be melancholy, shows  
Like one wears legasie of mourning clothes;  
And if disposed to mirth▪ appears to be  
Like one with others laughs for company.  
He's as unsatisfied as when dry bone  
Is brought to whetted teeth to nabble on.  
As if were set a vaulting horse or stile,  
To carry traveller two hundred mile.  
Here, then, disease we'll meddle with as much  
As that permits, so dangerous to touch.  
What Plague is we will search in every nook,  
As far as one can into millstone look.  
And when w' have seen whence Nature's sovereign laws  
Finds this rebellious, lay down the Cause.  
Some think a mustled hand may well restrain  
Plague's power, though't does like tyrant bramble reign.  
And if in haste, to make a graceless feast,  
It greedily feed, upon man and beast:  
Yet since it is under heaven's cope consigned  
To mortals; therefore look it be designed.  
One venturing at it once, like witch about  
He searches for each poisonous herb and root.  
Whatever of venesick force may seem  
To make him call it Feverish extreme.  
Which said, he sees a number go to p●t,  
Felt but lukewarm: so neither cold nor hot.  
No thirst there, no heat symptoms, naught to call  
Feverish pulse, unless their sudden fall.  
In others plague-struck finds strong drink and meat  
Befriend their spirits, & his judgement cheat.  
Then he concludes he best may ●et it out,  
As to go home, the farthest way about:  
And since plague is so perilous to touch,  
That he should keep off from it very much:  
Or like one sitting leveret hath found;  
He ought for fear to keep a compass round.  
So he as one at noon had lost the sight  
Of Hecate, points at her in the night.  
As who a punctum could not see, or hair  
With arrow hit, at rovers shoots in th' air.  
He says 'tis body's wrack, heart's v●lture pain,  
Bane to the blood, confusion to the brain.  
Not leprosy, nor scurvy, itch nor pox,  
But such a thing 'scaped from Pandora's box  
Such is his sense. (For some hold 'tis dispraise  
And wrong to Author to purloin his phrase)  
'Tis eden's cursed fruit, we may believe,  
Such as we cannot throughly know and live.  
So that one who the judgement will not bribe  
With doubts and scruples, only must describe.  
Plague banished is out of predicament;  
Substance subjected to the accident.  
Accident that no substance eye can see,  
Gives any kind of hospitality.  
A seed its first rise takes from naught, and when  
Without ingress 'tis entered into men,  
Lays field of blood; & from one common root  
Of death, a thousand deaths makes quickly sprout.  
'Tis fury's i●p, who left to yell & rave  
Without a nurse in black Tartarean cave,  
M●dusa newly brought to bed, oppressed  
With pain, applied to draw her ulcered breast.  
'Tis brat from cruel Libitines' cursed womb,  
And fed for milk with Cerberus' spume.  
'Tis monster which as well to kill as scare▪  
Hath eye of Basilisk and Gorgon's hair,  
Forehead of Tiger, and its Bats cheek shows  
For beauty, gods-mark, botch, and burning rose.  
Suppose Clotho takes mud from Phlegeton  
And Cocytus, live-locks from Tisiphone,  
And when Hell's three-head mastive opes ●is chaps,  
To vent his fury, saves the yesty drops,  
Distils all these; then lets the spirits fly,  
To act at will their magic in the sky.  
Hi●ba●dm●n say that many noxious weeds  
Have different grounds, and several sorts of seeds.  
For those of Plague, we ought, where you'd refuse,  
To give you choice, that you may pick & choose.  
So for their lot none grudge they should us thank,  
Steaming the prize to be the veriest blank.  
Those who unseasonably will repose,  
Or else too long, may sleep without their clothes.  
They offer but fit sacrifice to move  
Great God of rest, dire deathed enjoy their love.  
Who contrary to rule of reason watch,  
Watch not for good but harm, so harm they catch.  
Nature forsakes those that her laws forsaken,  
Whom time they'd not obey, blots out his book.  
Some cold or other grievance they dispense,  
Holds correspondence with the Pestilence.  
Unruled rage, as link lighted, is presumed  
ne'er to bequencht till all the week's consumed.  
Revenge, spite, hatred, malice, these are fed  
With vital blood of heart in which they're bred  
Greedy desires, chief within contest,  
And are as vulture to the parent breast▪  
Whatever by pretences they would have,  
They truly scrape for nothing but a grave.  
Fear joins with every spy that would betray,  
And as the bribe of mischief, opes it way.  
Some who have known good feeders far, and seen  
Others for want of meat and drink grow l●an,  
Sad if a man do fall on heedlessly  
All sorts of meat, he'll swell like toad and die.  
And if he'll nothing else but drink and drink,  
Like vapouring leaking ship, at last he'll sink.  
And if he food will obstinately lack.  
Then like a ●un stands empty long, he'll crack.  
For nothing to man's delicate fine taste,  
Can be so plaguy nocened as to fast.  
Season and measure which make all things good  
Confer the wholesome energy to food.  
Who eating slights these, backward eats & puts  
A mere infectious dunghill in his guts.  
●lague, soon 〈…〉, ●ecau●e  
I● finds its Cate●●e ●action in their maws.  
Who for a dead year thus deceived, provide;  
Forfeit their store and house of store beside.  
Who heedless every ev'ry where for air will seek▪  
May as a bladder draw it in to break.  
Air's said to kill as well as animate:  
As hand hath power to strike and struck the pate.  
If any thorough burning-glass desires  
Sols cheering beams, he finds them scorching fires  
In heat that pleasant Aura makes you laugh,  
When Gunny pepper's in't, will make you cough.  
ArmsArms made for help; but furnished with a sword,  
Can then take vengeance for bad act or word.  
The snow that cools so kindly, when it hath  
Be●n heated well, may make a s●alding bath.  
And spring that shows youth flourishing & fair,  
With rhymes and fogs will make him ho●ry hair.  
So when in humane Victor is possessed  
Of that fair Camp spreads th' air's beni●n breast,  
No otherwise she can effect our harms,  
But as one must, compelled by force of arms:  
By luckless accident; as when we say,  
Kind● mother does her infant overly.  
Avicen, Galen and Hypocrates,  
May of the open air ●ay what they please:  
That th●s that's stinted and abridged to no man,  
But's each one's own as properly as common,  
〈…〉 that evil's pasture-ground,  
〈…〉 is, no sex or age can pound,  
Sober hoard well may dance o'er hedge and rail,  
When aestrum plays musician in her tail.  
Reno●n'd Peripatetic Prince, whose back  
Can 〈◊〉 ●●ar the gl●●e and never crack,  
Would ne'er allow the air to putrefy,  
That kindly spread his learned axioms sky.  
That is, the air as it does first deri●e,  
As unmixed w●x or honey from the hive.  
When with its fellow peers its free consent  
And power it hath to vote in Parliament:  
In it● pure Naturals, as Eve ere she  
A she●ps-eye cast at Adam or the tree.  
Or else that air feeds high its own desire  
With zealous courtship from the sphere of fire:  
Neighbours so near it, that no fumes dare move  
As ●iv●ls, to corrupt ●ts virgin love.  
No fear of earth's assault. Vapours as soon  
May thither reach, as babes cry wake the moon.  
But air, when under vapours tyranny,  
She wants her splendid boundless regency,  
Purulent efflux qualities than claim  
Right to pollute the chaste illustrious dame.  
As when one comes from fair, large gallery,  
Where dripping-pans, pots, cook & scullion be  
Is grimed and smutcht so strangely, one might swe●●  
Masked beauty for the coals or ashes heir.  
Air in its lower province, province finds  
Hard task t' employ laborious designs.  
How many outrages it suffers, we  
By dull suns beams it lends us, clearly see:  
When fetent marshes tomb themselves in th● air  
To send out their death's message every where  
When Plague with filth fed high in poor 〈…〉  
And it's own pride no longer can endure,  
From vile restraint out of some hole does tea●  
Its way, and builds vast castles in the air:  
When cloudy Juno's plague seed do disperse  
To pregnant air, that breeds it by commerce  
When oscitant earth too will not be said,  
To stand between the living and the dead.  
But the unburied carcases can lie  
And 

wreak  
reek   revenge through air on th● enemy.  
Thus is the gentle air in every coast  
harassed, pestered and made deaths hackney post.  
Idleness breeds Plague too. And who won't strive  
To be of use, what should they do alive?  
When mettle's ne'er employed, we look it must  
Be fruitful, when in nothing else, in rust.  
Sloth ho-goos flesh alive, and's only good  
To bring the odious muffo in our blood.  
Other Plague sires this does maintain & cover,  
As onion peels one wrapped within another.  
Hence in the veins crowds a rebellious mass  
Of humours spirits stop at every pass;  
That they may have their treacherous intent,  
To work the body to an excrement.  
Which at last, while they vig'rously conspire,  
Like heap of muck, sets its own self on fire.  
Weemen ●●int or gravid in the plague,  
Then seldom that they waste in bigness brag.  
For oft their bloods dregs long being kept within,  
Tempt the disease to be their damerin.  
If 
* Mercur. lib 1. de venen. c. 14.  man's seed make worse poison than the pox,  
Humours make pest without a paradox.  
Wemens menses infect glass, green plants dry,  
And bounteous are of leprous charity.  
Galen asserts, as every one may 
† ●o E●●d 〈◊〉  read,  
That mad man doing out of mouth his need,  
Exquisite poison cast, that made a Turk,  
To murder one he hated, play the shirk.  
Such perfect bane his humours were, he could  
Not longer keep them from the common good.  
Infectious humours that for death contest,  
Title themselves the partisans to pest.  
Thus judge of all those th●ngs Physician call●  
(For being abused, li●es s●es) non-naturals.  
Plague's made by mot●s to tyrannize i'th' air.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is how they should come there.  
'tis doubtfully disputed wh●re the● dwell:  
Whether in Earth or Water, Heaven or Hell.  
One may believ● they're epidemical;  
So tempting him to sacrifice t● all.  
Plague, as 'tis plague, must be concluded evil:  
So fit to be a present from the Devil.  
Who rebels lists and leads, a●t●r the fray.  
To gratify their labours, gives them pa●.  
I observed not God s●r naught, said one, did try  
And scripture know better than you or I:  
And (for the Devil's honour) do you think,  
He'll l●t his faithful servant's want their chink?  
He though he father lies; yet will and must  
For his pours sake, to ●is b● true and just.  
He'd have but cold fires in his smoky Cell,  
I● he did n●t reward his C●●lops well.  
He'd be but petty Prince, and well might pass  
For one the World might play into an Ass;  
If when he can command, then laughs and sleers,  
As cur that wags his tail and slacks his ears:  
Will court them with all ●ort of flattery;  
As spirits do that cog men over sea:  
When he had ruled them many years, at length  
Will then be rid as beast not knows his strength.  
After his long ammaliating charms,  
When th' enemy at last lays down his arms,  
That then to seize on them he will not dare,  
May do't as easily as move the a●r.  
Though to his Prince he cannot be devout,  
Gets in his favour, putting others out,  
Lord Paramont whose laws he will not keep,  
Uses him for corrector as his whip.  
Under G●ds rule who will not be so civil  
To bow to him, do homage to the Devil.  
Th' Almighty, where his government we slight,  
Assigns th' Abisse's pote●tate his right.  
Our Mother Earth some reckon such a flat,  
As pudding makes, and never washes gut:  
Eats carrion and digests not, then at last  
Belches and blows us backward with the blast.  
Her ftreaks and fits I should not tell you of,  
B●t to procure your pity, not your scoff.  
For when we are forsaken of all our kin,  
Want friend's and harbour too, she'll take us i●.  
When in the worst condition disgrace  
Or woe can put us, give us kind embrace.  
But truly does sometimes much provoke us,  
Giving us food is only fit to choke us.  
Our diet's her allowance: Yet before  
Belly's half full, we ne'er can swallow more,  
So Cimbick like she will her fare disburse,  
That we no better are then starved at nurse.  
Then will she as great bellied woman lust  
To burst her crazy paunch with coals and dust.  
Mean while as sheep in winter lost, that crowd  
Under deep snow, grass roots are all our food;  
Or else as 
† Plu●. in Alex.  Alexander's men, each sharks  
Such plunder for his guts as ●erbs and barks.  
To lie in ambush for ourselves, we creep  
Under green boughs, eat them then die like sheep  
Sometimes her very petereaus prevail  
THE immerge us by renversing of our sail.  
Her breath's so strong that it will trip up all  
Elephant's feet, and give a post a fall.  
Ex. gra. as in 
* A Cave near Naples  grotto del cane, that  
Stops nose of dog, and blinds the eyes of cat▪  
Who stoops down low, as to salute the ground,  
reverence with adoration must confound.  
There's nothing to be seen at all no more.  
Then when the Fairy's dance about the floo●  
Yet Basilisk Earth's steam, in that dark Cell,  
Strikes present death not by the sight but 〈◊〉▪  
She'll have a Ca●on; then be after this  
As cold as Charity in famine is.  
Each joint will shake, as if she gave advice  
To have her bones converted into dice.  
Then, as if she could not her dyscrasy  
Discover by her touch ●s well as eye:  
Like one who best his own infirmities  
In faulty mirror of another sees:  
For this or else some reason God knows, we  
Must languish and be sick as ill as she.  
Her sighs must be our harps, and her groans  
To Nature pay the purchase of our bones.  
A cruel diabolical intent  
May well be wrought by weakest instrument.  
●eedle can slyly murder, and we know  
The smallest twig will strike the smartest blow.  
Woman first cursed the earth; which by the skill  
Of some Medea, may be cursed still.  
Furies are females; and who Furies made,  
Gave them their whips to labour in their t●ade.  
Not to defraud the Devil of his right,  
The King of mischief's agents have his might.  
Records will tell you Plague's an hellish itch.  
That first attacks a sorcerer or witch.  
No matter in what manner they receive it,  
Whether as pain or pleasure, so they give it.  
And if they can't sow th' enemy's tares well,  
ne'er hope to find one labourer in hell.  
Some who by other● censured are as nice  
As those a fall or cribe make dread the ●ce,  
Or as those think all muck and dirt profane,  
Because they'●e toiled with it and lost their pain,  
Do (as Physicians, who by s●ent and show  
Of ordure, Nature's Crisis judge and know)  
Opinionate such filthy stuff may breed  
Plague, as plumb-b●oth break teeth of those that feed.  
Hence in a plague time Scavingers great trouble  
Brings Scutcheon on his grave with car● and shove●.  
At least by double charge and daily strife  
With coach and cart, he's weary of his life:  
Sleeps in his clothes all night, and on his feet  
Eats dinner, if not breakfast, in the street.  
Chambermaid too toiling with clout and broom  
Oft rids and sweeps herself into her tomb.  
At least scarce having time to dress her head,  
And make her fine, she thinks herself half dead.  
Loses her Love by false and shining face,  
As if it mock● him w●th her looking glas●.  
He slighting leaves her, being all dirt & grease,  
And courts the cook maid as the choicer piece.  
Who won't subscribe this ten●nt may surmile,  
'Tis 'cause he holds his nose and shuts his ●ye  
The jakes, the putrid place or thing dispense  
A loathsome sum that suff●cates his sense.  
If he hath stayed long o'er the Hirpines' land,  
Or Charon● ditches, 〈…〉 take his hand.  
Philangia, scorpions and that Death's spy,  
Who makes a prey of mortals with his eye,  
With the rest of like poisonous viper brood  
They get, prove how they qualify the blood.  
But who will proof require, when one can't stay  
On such a subject but must turn away?  
In Adam's days, though cu●se did earth infest:  
Yet till the Flood we never read of Pest.  
Of all plagues causes well may that be worst,  
God us'dt ' express his indignation first.  
As if the passion of his heart did rise  
So high to force an Ocean from his eyes.  
With water which for those new born we save  
In font, we but baptise them to the grave.  
What ere be fair kind countenance of water.  
Within 'tis lurid sanglant house of slaughter.  
'Tis womb of soul corruption, or rather  
Mother conceives that brat without a father.  
Hence 'tis that children, w●m●n, and such folk  
Make from the●r sat bulks colo●les of smoke,  
Are frequent victims to the Plague, because  
Condemned before by 
† Ari●●● m●●co●. ●●  Aris●o●les laws.  
For this it is that where plague takes its station  
Not ●oist but drying meats are all in fashion.  
Leaks, onions, garlic we're to feed on then,  
As if brought in Egyptian bonds ag●n.  
We are commanded not to make a dish  
Of any soul may be allied to fish.  
We're bid with other dry woods burn the witch,  
The Rosemary and Bays to save our breech.  
bath, drowsy bed and sudling booth, all these  
Are tenements of pestilent disease.  
They have foundation in the wet, are such  
As Conduits water yield to plants too much.  
This evils root and Image-tree hath spread  
To murder more then ere first woman bred.  
We only say in praise of its desert,  
'Thas found out means to make us die by art.  
So long as men have bodies, this will be  
Physicians greatest friend and enemy.  
Their basis who advance their main design  
To th' highest pitch when they do undermine  
It by its wisely tampering with the blood,  
For each disease makes birdlime very good.  
Were't not for this, we'd wonders act, outlive  
The world, and carry water in a s●eve.  
The courteous and the careless both delight:  
As well catch fish swim by as those that by't.  
Some Ep●●●reans adverse to Plato,  
As much as ever schoolboy was to Cato,  
Having by much study new mode and way  
Learned how to celebrate th' Opalia,  
Dogmatise thus, that as on earth they find  
Each creature: so the World too in its kind●.  
Not as if one should reckon by the score  
●at weathers, r●nts, or hogs, but many more.  
For (not to matter th' ingenuity  
Of those by whom they're called 
* T●● a stuli● um●●●●●lus alter. M. ●eur B●iti●●ico  Moroniae)  
In th' universe that hath so vast a breast,  
No pourprise can suffice to make a vest,  
The little flying bodies there that use,  
In every vacant space to rendezvouse,  
In several troops agree to lay their lumber  
Apart, and so make worlds that none can number.  
Now as all earthly beings when for pray,  
Their youth and strength yields to them time,  
So when all-powerful Nature does untie decay.  
The frame of any of their souls, they die.  
As bird eats bird, beast murders beast, and pike  
Makes meal of jack, and so devours its like.  
As Butchers whetting mettle wears his knife,  
And husband dies at pleasure of his wife.  
As s●aby sheep the neighbouring sheep may harm,  
And perish side corrupt th' appendent arm.  
So one wo●ld makes another world its prise,  
That swallowed in its putrid garbage lies.  
'Tis for its woeful destiny involved  
In that by which its f●llow is dissolved:  
Feels fatal shafts, as when the Parthians take  
Leave of the field, and shoot behind their back.  
As when some great p●rni●ous flame goes out,  
And sends it● sutling vapours all about.  
Millions of subtle scouts carry sad fate  
To every place, and poor they penetrate.  
This is believed by divers ne'er could hear,  
How many they should judge the wisemen were.  
They'll ne'er descent, that they may none displease.  
Like such good subjects will not break the peace.  
We also may let this opinion go,  
As one may passenger he does not know.  
Pest as one guilty can't enormous fact  
Conceal, declares 'tis gotten by contact.  
'Tis called contagion, as what blatant Fame  
can't make traliniate from its kind in name.  
Hence one man from another runs away,  
As if he were wild beast of Lybia.  
As men's embracess were the treaceries  
Of Centaurs or Mezentian carcases.  
Pest in its sphere does seem to govern, move,  
Act and engender as Platonic love.  
As when fair buxom wanton subtly tries  
To work Arachne's sampler with her eyes:  
●arts little sp●rits that are rays visive,  
If Fracasto●ian authors we'll believe.  
If you with Cardan call them exhalations,  
To gazer's eyes they're sent to carry fashions.  
From thence they work farther and farther in,  
Till they have made the heart their magazine.  
As th' ●y● hath power to generate am●re,  
Dispense it can contagious malore.  
It's hairy bow that is so often bend  
With Cupid's shafts, sends those are pestilent.  
Each pupil's sc●ntil, by whose fires and slashes  
Our humane spray quickly consumes to ashes.  
Th' aspects can soon infect; with but a glance  
Look one for ever out of countenance.  
He may be martyred in contagious fire,  
By charming word or velenose suspire.  
Things though inanimate may be possessed  
With active and Smectymnuan soul of pest.  
Ambrosia that so greedily we seek,  
May swallowed swell our puddings till they break.  
When we are filled with Nectar to the brink,  
Or sail as vesle●s in the wine we drink,  
We're then drawn off the l●ss or sink: for Bacchus  
May either as himself or Neptune rack us.  
The pest to match our sure or mode, can we●●  
Tatters or robes, silk, linen, cloth or hair.  
Our Bodies but such cover sustain  
As gutter-tiles that help us to the rain  
If Pest be ftorm, they then soak in the wet:  
If fire, foment and multiply the heat.  
To take pest ribbon's bramble, skirt stool band  
New cut of France, sleeve arm & gauntlet hand  
We must accept it for our garments sake;  
As if for every purpose made to take.  
We're not so proud of them. as they of it:  
Which they'll keep when we're rotten in the pit.  
Thus proves our glory our disgrace: the same  
Betrays our misery that hides our shame.  
While Poppey-headed Night dreams at her ease,  
Sitting with Sleep & Death on both her knees,  
Some would Contagion place between, but that  
For want of wings it seems another's brat.  
All three for kindred well agree with it,  
But when't should fly, it stands on Satur's f●et.  
When one would think it has spent its utmost bane,  
Like root alive in earth, its sprouts again.  
As spy that from under the hang comes,  
And takes one napeing at his sugar-plumbs.  
Though in its usual fits it teezes folks,  
As harness heifers newly put to yokes;  
Makes them as vigilant as such whom spite  
Of angry dame makes tell the clock all night:  
Yet it as quietly lies now and then,  
As Rhenald when he plots surprise of hen:  
Can have a lethargy whole years, then drop  
Asleep: as if the scourge were turned to top.  
Marsil●●s Fisinus tells, a tale  
Of one to whom Contagion gave bail:  
Lurked in a feather bed three years that lay  
Stock still, because the birds were slown away.  
No talk of Pest in all this time, and bed  
Did nothing know but that the Pest was dead.  
When ou●ter came to use the bed h'had bought,  
So his of ●ight, as any would have thought:  
Pest wakeed, proved the possession for three year,  
And turned the Plaintiff out of bed to bier.  
As well we this may credit as bancheer  
Able to spend a thousand pounds a year.  
For if bane long can stay where it does meet  
Opposing forces from the body's heat:  
Much longer well may it continue, where  
No dog once opens mouth to bait the bear.  
If many 
(a) Theoph. lib 9 de hist plant ●. 16  poisons given be that need,  
A time of many months to come to seed:  
If 
(b) Albert. magn. l. 7 dea'imal ● 2.  mad dogs by't lay twelve years as unknown,  
As miller's thumb within a marrowbone.  
And if 
(c) Mercurial ●. 14 deep, l. pr●●● 2  such hurt one could not find till he  
Might, one each year, have got Thespiadae.  
Why may not some some where, then contagious pest,  
For many suns and moons, conserve its nest?  
And if in every glass, wine daily shows  
Small nimble sparks cut capers to the nose.  
Such as by mere smell can compel the brain  
To ape the gambols of some giddy vein:  
If smoke be from the fire exhaled, if stream  
Be lawful offspring of the fruitful stream.  
If flowers and herbs do fragrant odours spread  
And with their spicy breath perfume their bed  
None think the Pest can't give her atom, birth,  
That shows a womb as open as the earth.  
But must believe the bounteous airy sky,  
(City of refuge free to all that fly;  
That fumes and vapours makes communicable,  
Not from the altar more than from the stable)  
Gives these, as every other wand'ring drove,  
Like full consent of liberty to rove.  
That they to all antigonize their merit,  
Giving the qualities that they inherit.  
Thus as to those twin-brothers Mars bega●.  
The wolf was parent cause subordinate.  
So to have sound a Lupa to this Curse:  
If not a Mother; yet at least a Nurse.  
Those that with watchful eyes and listening ears  
Attend the silent music of the spheres,  
Affirm our earth's discord and harmony,  
Answers to theirs, and's merely sympathy.  
Our mirth and melancholy both come down  
From great Celestial bodies smile and frown.  
As our heart's joy and life's most sweet solace.  
Are rays e●llux from their benign grace:  
So war, dearth, plague fall as tempestuous rain.  
From the malignant clouds of their disdain.  
Our spindle in its action must cease.  
As they, the hands governing fingers, please.  
Like ropeing leads of ●lock to earth we may;  
Guided by them, our 〈◊〉 wheel; above.  
To speak the power of stars, what e'er does master  
Our wish with cross success, we call disaster.  
Their virtue who denies, with Dido's leather,  
May bind the years four seasons all together.  
As not the least of all his vaunts, may say  
His worthy beard is neither green nor grey:  
That Autumn suits in humour and desire  
With Spring, and Summer sits by Winter's fire.  
The 
* Psalm 19  heavens and firmament most skilful be  
In the Almighty's glittering heraldry.  
In hieroglyphic characters there stand  
The fairest printed wonders of his hand.  
Well may he welcome be to heaven who rears  
Himself up thither by a stair of stars.  
To body as we ulcer find or shame  
To reputation: Plague to soul's the same.  
'Tis such a witness proves sin capital,  
And is the harvest season to its fall.  
When from above we've such a fatal touch,  
We're taught we look upon the earth too much.  
When by him made us we will not be found:  
Our dearest friends than hid us under ground.  
Infallibly they're Atheists must endure  
Such viper stripes no humane hand can cure.  
Plague's Gods artillery, thunders our fate  
With his design not to capitulate.  
Storm may show his displeasure: but when fire  
Must make that storm, who then will doubt his ire?  
Other plagues lightly follow at his word:  
Pest not unless his Angel draw his sword.  
They're palmers, rods men have at their command  
To chasten with: Plague's Gods own heavy hand:  
Celestial bow of wrath and vengeance, when  
All-powerful Lord of host makes war with men.  
'Tis 
† Levit. 18. 25.  Death wages of sin, that none pretend  
That pays him not by which he hath his end.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. OR, THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence,  
Part 3.  
'tIs not enough when life must fade away,  
Its glass being run, to see old Time make hay:  
To stand o'er heartsick neighbour as he lies,  
And wash his rancid ulcers with our eyes:  
Behold the sword of wrathful Providence,  
And read his venger in the present tense.  
'tis not enough when Time has made escape,  
To turn our heads and view his naked nape:  
To stare into obscure expanded jaws  
Of Pestilence to know it in its cause.  
The points how we should be hereafter. Time  
Present and past should into future climb.  
Who Plague, as Pox, deride, will ne'er find it  
Cured, as imposthume, by a laughing fit.  
Wound probed, iaed wide and naked to the eye,  
Can gape for nothing then but Charity.  
ere 'tis applied, that it may best redound  
T'effect, let plagues precursors launce the wound.  
" Ev is forewarned we better can endure,  
" And give a kinder welcome to their cure.  
When sense will neither heed what's showed or said,  
No wonder body's destined to be dead.  
" Who credit not their faithful eye nor ear,  
" Unjustly will recriminate their fear.  
When dogs combine in numerous company,  
And arm themselves to make a mutiny,  
They're such presaging heralds make appear,  
Plague is to follow victor in the rear.  
And all that time here Rebels made an head,  
How many dogs devoured the children's bread?  
ere Plague sets out to visit place, it● mouth  
Sends message from the cloudy, rainy south.  
And in our wars what melkin did we find!  
As if hot baths sweated the air and wind.  
When Mars and Saturn join, they but contest,  
Who shall do most to introduce the Pest.  
And then the rage of sword and power of spite  
Can all things do but share usurped right.  
When Plague would sit in throne, its general  
Frenzy, before prepares the Capitol.  
And we saw by our State men's lunacy  
Each had as many heads as Hecate.  
Our siderated government did wane  
After the cheating moonshine of their brain.  

† Evagr. l. 4. c. 25.  When Plague's designed to seize a man, he sees  
Like one who can't distinguish men from trees.  
As Captain who endeavours to surprise  
A fort or camp, first takes the scouts and spies.  
And in our wars such blindness did bewitch  
Our Seers, as to lead us into ditch.  
Owls eagles, steeples stables seemed. Their seeing  
Gave every object mere Utopian being.  
Th' had Idol-eyes, for show not sight, and that  
Dazzled not more by water then by fat.  
Our brightest and most noble part of all,  
Vilely converted into washing-ball.  
Direful prognostics reckon all that are  
As our rebellion's aresenall's tools of war.  
God spares our thorns and briers twenty years,  
Looking they should have fruited sighs and tears.  
And four or five his clement patience stays,  
That we repair our rugged filthy ways.  
Since by our daily factious dispute  
We'd turn and patch our tattered rebel suit,  
This being all we'd mend; our butchers trade  
Fails, while he breaks our needle, rots our thread  
No hand but his must guerdon our desert:  
All rods but his too weak to make the smart.  
Cause and disease do on another woo.  
Offence malignant: punishment so too,  
In this sad gloomy state what cheering ray  
Hath East in splendid bosom to display?  
Where shall we find that kind Elysian vale,  
Will echo to us joy while we bewail?  
Can any sweet content of heart distil  
From consolatrix Pithos sugar quill?  
Will smart and rage of our disease, disband  
At soft and gentle touch of Muse's hand?  

† 27. 〈◊〉  Natalis Comes makes a strange relation  
Of many Pest killed by precipitation.  
Strange power indeed makes patiented ill at ease,  
Till to destroy himself he turn disease.  
As those when Siren sings, cannot forbear;  
But must leap headlong in the mouth they hear,  
So they by Siren's charms of Pest, being brought  
Under fly tyrant power of pensive thought;  
First planet-struck their senses lose and rave.  
Then out of window, tumble into grave.  

* 〈…〉 Jo● Imp●r.  Vicentine doctor, whose most ample credit,  
Was lawful heir to his rich learned merit,  
Seeing th' unnatural Earth in time of Pest,  
So greedily on her own children feast;  
Disdaining life and earth, both quite forsaken  
At once, and gave his body to a brook.  
What enthymem, or what dilemma finds  
Place here to melt & couch between two lines?  
Or what Sorites shall we flatter here,  
To steal on us a placid change of cheer?  
Were that great Sophy here ne'er met mischance,  
But with salute of laughing 
† Demo●ri●s  countenance.  
Or he whose breath dried tears, and did impart  
To every heavy hearing ear an 
(b) 〈◊〉.  heart.  
Where would he get such vigorous conceits,  
Such flowery words or smiling figure cheats,  
As might have force t' exhale out of our breast  
Stomacho ● apprehensions of the Pest?  

(c) Mercur. l. 1. c. 6.  Vulture's and ravens, who do never chaw  
The carrions crams they seek it impast their craw;  
If such, appest●d cark●sses are shy  
To touch, but leave unburied as they lie:  
Alacrity the wont lively guest  
To sprightly object and vivacious breast,  
What courtesy can get it here t' accost,  
Being so so capitol to death and ghost?  
Yet if fair means won't do, it must be pressed  
And forced, as those were to the marriage feast.  
If m●rth be judged to have at any time  
Its season, when plague's ripe 'tis in its prime.  
There's none will doubt but melancholy soon  
Can put our body's organs out of tune.  
For cooling, and so binding heart, it stops  
The spirits, and detains them from their shops.  
Thus bodies trading fails. Natural heat  
Parts want, and can at market get no meat.  
Hence humour makes a melancholy mood,  
Cardan thought fit to call the Devil's food.  
This passion, when it may befriend the Pest,  
In mischief will be sure to do its best.  
For weakening then the noble parts, they are  
Neither conditioned to resist nor dare.  
We need no other testimony here,  
But see how many pest themselves with fear.  
For this sad sense can ne'er the humours please,  
But with an atrabilions' disease:  
For whose Nature we will no farther seek,  
Then to Carbones kindle in the sick.  
If you won't think, with Avicen, ima—  
Gination can carry one shear away:  
Fly to another man, there build its nest  
Of botches, coals and blans: so lay the Pest.  
Haply because you'll say, who have a paten  
To wrangle in the Physic schools in Latin,  
Maintain that this same faculty can't sit,  
Translator like, and labour in the sheet;  
Ad intra only operates: as he  
Who won't have others learn his mystery:  
That soul keeps in its sphere, and's never known  
To act in other body then it's own:  
And that if't could others infect, it might  
Cure them: so bid Physician good night.  
Yet 
* Picinino intergris duchus lib m●d  Pic. Mirandolan and Fab. Paolin,  
Francesc. of St. Nazar, and Mich. Medin;  
With divers other civil persons, strain  
With all fair words to win you to their vein:  
That you'd believe a melancholy sense  
Oft projects to its self the Pestilence.  
That those sad spirits strongly do enforce  
The yielding bowels to its healths divorce  
Altering then strangely move a sympathy  
In Plague, t'intrude and bear them company.  
So teeming woman longs for such a dish  
Or kick shaw marks her infant with her wish.  
So 
† Phillip 1▪ grassing part 2 〈◊〉 Pan  such did dread mad dog, taught their scared sense  
To fall with sury on their patience:  
To turn them giddy, and in corners lurk,  
To set their venomed canine teeth on work.  
So in 
* Petrus Pa●h, in tract. de pest. c 9  infected Trapani the sad  
And simerous disease they feared, they had:  
Fell dead where no indic●um could be found  
To make foundation of sickly ground.  
We, then, should keep high region of our mind.  
As orb above dominion of the wind:  
Serene as beauteous air, when in the deep  
Rain, winds and clouds are all fast rocked asleep:  
And only pleasant Zephyrus may dare  
Make pastime with Apollo's golden hair:  
Calm as when all the Sea Nymphs dance and play,  
To celebrate the●r great Queen's marriage-day.  
Sadness we should abandon and refrain,  
As we would ●ly from cloud for fear of rain:  
Paint it, that with Allecto 〈◊〉 may stand  
Sister to Pest, with Fur●es whip in hand.  
That so its fellowship we never brook,  
Knowing its nature fiercer than it● look.  
The more disastres their effort employ  
Against us, greater need we have of joy.  
For breast burthen ●n our 〈◊〉 state,  
Mirth should have free puissance to make the weight:  
Give met●●mental chyle to every part,  
And be the Pertcardium to the heart.  
Great doubts in th●s that's of ●o high esteem,  
How our poor spirits purchase may the gem  
When we n●, longer can resi●t or stand,  
How to add vigour to our dagger hand.  
When thousand● fall in v●e●, to k●ep our ground,  
And courage ra●se▪ against 〈…〉 cannot wound.  
Some speculative Authors who do treat  
About such works make men within side sweat,  
That they to sadness ne'er be forced to yield  
Have thought their scull the best to be their ●●●eld.  
For while, say they, the active mind does fall  
Aboard such things are scientifical,  
All melancholy species 'twill detest,  
As raw flesh brought to board was never dressed.  
And the more tetrick that the study be,  
'Tis best to match and ●oile the enemy.  
But there be others of another gang.  
Who studious are about such lines as twang;  
Say Muse to Pest hath great antipathy,  
And so cry up Apollo to the sky.  
That golden Archer 'twas say they, from whom  
Python, symbol of Pest, received his doom.  
For which kind act Apollinary plays  
Be ne'er forgot to propagate his praise.  
How can Plague do him any prejudice,  
Who Phebus ●avourite and client is?  
Upon Parnassus takes the suns first beams.  
And drinks of Hippocrens' pure crystal streams?  
Beholds in sweet society of Muse  
The brilliant caracolls of Pegasus?  
How can one in a sad condition be,  
Whose pen all day dr●ws lines of jubilee?  
I● flowers that at spisi●g so gay appear,  
Do make the 〈…〉 of the year;  
Needs must he joy who diligently plots  
Poet's contrivances and garden-knots.  
And if the Sun's, alias, Apollo's flame,  
Be godfather to mirth and gives it name:  
Needs must he be allegre who displays  
Himself by lustre of Apollo's rays.  
Thus they. Which howsoe'er to purpose said,  
None at their stairs are forced to run a head.  
Not every Wood will make a Mercury.  
Nor this sit those have other fish to fry.  
Particular apply is endless: that  
None will refuse wh'ch suits w'th every state.  
Liranus Philo and jesephus tell  
How many sorts of plagues made Egypt Hell.  
The Potshaw o'er which cursed train and show,  
Was Pest, elate great Pharo's sovereign too.  
Though this fed on the Memphians, like wave,  
Promiscuously rolled man and beast to grave;  
Yet all the Israelites it let alone.  
Health took its quarters up with every one.  
In Basil Plague fell on the Swissers; and  
Gave to 
(a) Hist Eccles. 1903  Italians and French its hand.  
In Maximinus' time it did insect  
Heathens: but gave to 
(b) Euseb. 1.2, de niort Gal●● 18.  Christians respect.  
Another time when Indians were its meat,  
Says Trajan, us it civilly d●d treat.  
If Pest these times, would keep the same stile still,  
And only infidels and ethnics kill:  
We might have hope to lie out of its road,  
And scape its touch; for being of Christian blood.  
If our spirits to theirs be different:  
Our bodies be of the same element.  
As when fortress is took, the conquering foe  
Puts all to sword, whether baptised or no.  
And as when dearth is to some country sent,  
Pagans and our cheeks too are macilent;  
So without difference contagious Fate  
Seizes each age, religion, sex and state.  
jurists of old did Pestilence discuss,  
As thing insolit and fortuitous:  
Steemed as unusual and strange a smart,  
As was Alceste's passion of the heart.  
As rarely happened as their deaths, decease  
Of Chilo's or Diagoras disease.  
But now it is, says 
* Inc. 24 Matth.  Testate, (And who fear  
He speaks untruth, may be prolinctors here)  
●ff●ct does only against nature fall,  
For being so oft to us unnatural.  
'Tis as familiar to us as grey ruffs,  
When sliced and carbonadoed into cuffs:  
Comes as the swallow or the flea, who knows  
Its time, creeps near a● rocket turned to hose.  
We all its open se●ding common be,  
To give it name of Pest from pascere  
'Tis called pandemos too: and so can fat in  
A grazing place as well of Greek as Latin.  
Our speculation, then, it must be bend  
To find our joy some higher argument.  
Our musing wit some Numen should inspire,  
Elisha's 
† 2 King 3 15.  minstrel or else David's lyre.  
Till raised up to Hea●en, it there commence  
To penetrate Genius of Providence:  
Advert the dispensation of his Graces.  
Want to come to us with disastrous faces.  
How often hath affront, says Seneca,  
Foot-cloth to Honour laid and spread his way!  
Blow struck to kill or agonize the heart,  
Brought life and 
* Phalercus cx. gr. &.  cure to some apostemed part!  
Egyptian pest gave Hebrews liberty;  
Who'd by th' Assyrian pest too victory.  
David's Plague rid him of his sontick fears,  
And made him sound by penitence and tears.  
Can mortal eye reach its desire, and we  
Supe● humane wisdom's repostils see;  
We should from cursed bed of present state  
Discern how many blessings germinate.  
What maiden troops makes Pest pure spouses be  
In Heaven to be reserved from brothelry?  
How many there advance their sather's fame,  
Might here have been their earthly father's shame?  
How many there are safe, who here would stray,  
Be lost and die an hundred times a day?  
How many here had scarce one crust to eat,  
There with the holy Lamb at supper sit?  
God's rod, Pest, with its stroke but cleans our cloth  
From vanities and pleasures dust and moth.  
When tender Mother calls her darling-dove,  
To hug with kisses of her kindest love;  
Woos him by all that can be counted dear;  
And stoeworm he harks with deaf adders ear;  
She stuzzicates nurse, servant or some other,  
Who with a vizard sc●●es him to his mother.  
So larva- face of plague does but affright,  
To make us fly where kindness can't invite.  
Opens our eyes wide till they stare and see  
God's lap the safest asyle that can be.  
Let's, then, take con sort. For as David's pain  
And trouble cased him of his love profane.  
As sick Antiochus devoutly fell  
Prostrate in Temple he abused when well.  
And as afflicted Hebrews Idols broke,  
That when tripudiant they did invoke.  
So have we now occasion to retire  
From what before trappaned our fond desire.  
The heavy flail we long have suffered under,  
May break our vices ansrous wreaths asunder.  
In recompense of its strokes bruise and pain,  
Chaff is to fly and leave refined grain.  
Let's comfort take. For as the spinners lay  
Their webs and wove them in a cloudy day:  
As digged earth breeds the better; and the vine  
Gratifies pruner plenteously with wine;  
So we now under cloud and culture, may  
Work well, and gardener's care with fruit repay.  
Let's comfort take. For like as jonas he  
Courageously opposed tempestuous sea.  
And jacob wrestling with the Angel found  
Best rise, as ball when hardest thrown to ground.  
So now may our intrepid spirits be  
Pompous rich victors o'er calamity.  
Let's comfort take. For if Physicians leave  
Th' infirm, to whom what e'er they like, they give.  
If animal in fields and meadows rambles  
Without control, he destined to the shambles.  
And tree that husbandman never reclaims  
With mattock, spade or knife, must fruit him flames.  
So it would but be bad omen, if heaven should  
ne'er send us biting frosts to nip our blood.  
If we in suns beams should be always warm,  
And never knew what thunder was nor storm.  
Let's comfort take. For if the cloudy air  
Gives th' earth a richer livery to wear.  
If stinging be for use of us does drive  
Delicious anthine traffic in its hive.  
If almond after crude, hard, acid meat  
Gives us at last (as sumptuous feast) the sweet.  
If springs ruby and beauty's pride, the Rose,  
Her fragrant body hides in thorny clothes.  
And if the Night after she long hath born  
Great belly, be delivered of the Morn;  
God haply after our hard tedious labour,  
Intends to joy us with some signal favour.  
Thus rightly awful and well tempered fear,  
Keeps all our arms safe marching in the rear.  
When we are under government of vice,  
Judgements reclaim and miseries entice.  
The●a signs not our death but our reprieve;  
And Condemnation tells us we shall live.  
We here and there in sunshine gad and roam,  
When rainey weather makes us keep at home.  
And when God's indignation pours on us,  
His mercy's then most scaturiginous.  
His clemency may show the sweetest face.  
But his severity's the kindest grace.  
This can o'er us spread joy, though we had been  
Inhabitants long in Trophonian den.  
By such Nepenthe Melancholies earth  
Will sink and every where be poured with mirth.  
Who can imbody spirits by their art,  
And dexterously act Spagyricks part,  
With those extract, as supine out of verb,  
A trade or mystery from drug or herb,  
May estimate these pareneticks worse  
Than brass or lead helcysm of their purse:  
Account they'll stead the Patient as much,  
As Bow Church Steeple him that needs a crutch.  
After disease is charactered, and cause  
Hath opened poisonous throat and showed its paws;  
When whatsoever ●s of prophetic note,  
Hath given in its signature and vote;  
And diagnostic accidents are all  
Adjoined that use to be propempticall:  
As one ere Cain was born, the world should show  
In parts, would distribute it into two;  
So they the sick and healthy sever; which  
They call, as pleases fortune, poor or rich.  
Alexipharms must, as Physician, serve  
Both sides, either to cure or else preserve.  
They bid the Rich their prized health intrust  
To rubies, emrods, saphires cordial dust.  
Granates, pearls, jacints, musk and amber lack  
Only their Gold to be dissolved to Sack.  
The German species liberantes wait  
T' enfranchise them in hygiastick state.  
Th' Emperor's powder shall be to them as free,  
As can be open hand that drops their fee.  

* He affirmed he never saw any die of the Plague 〈◊〉 used it.  Montagnana's Confection they shall try,  
Then see for all their wealth if they can die.  
With sweet manicarets they shall be fed,  
And eat the golden egg and so to bed.  
Sev'ral olla podridas they shall choose,  
That 
† V Hew●●.  sense and intellectuals may infuse.  
To poor who salt may want, their charity  
Gives peradventure sal absinthii;  
Figs, nuts, salt, rue, berries of juniper,  
May serve their turn with sauce of vinegar.  
While others greater ventures they insure, may  
Prescribe to them pilulae sine cura.  
Such as for always saving life, of old,  
Were 'steem'd and called e'er gilded, pills of gold.  
But Panacea, or what e'er can vie  
With high and mighty peer of Alchemy.  
Etites, amulet, elixir, all  
That can to Pest ●e antipaticall,  
Will little do against disease (must prove  
Its Pharmaceutick virtue from above)  
Chief derives from heaven. No hoplochrism  
e'er fought hand out of cloud, or cured a Schism.  
We're 
* Palmer l de f●b pest. c. 17.  told that humane industry hath found  
●anchrestum, medicine for every wonnd.  
The stoutest hector malady can fight.  
Our nature, meets its vincent antithete.  
Mad dogs and serpents poison oft are tried  
In list with what demits their turgent pride.  
And that there is sends packing over seas  
Collogueing Neapolitan disease.  
The Plague amongst all subdued contagious harms,  
Unconquered boasts its self sole King at arms.  
Why this, but that we should in our dispute  
Against its power, implore from God recruit?  
Know he our force can only in such wars  
Secundate, sends and curbs erratic stars?  
Doctor, could he the smart of his sharp rod  
Ease always, we should then adore as God.  
Who with their useful lore the public serve,  
Some secrets still to be admired reserve.  
And God, who does his stellegged honour own  
As dearly as his diadem or throne,  
Though he hath taught Physicians his art:  
Some crypticks to them never will impart.  
And why? because his bounty should assure  
Him glory from our benefit and cure.  
Because his sole opitulating care  
Animates our desire, should voice our prayer.  

* ● Chron. 16 1.  Asa may let Physician control  
Both his sick body and his sicker soul:  
Sacre rule, mind, will, conscience to his art,  
Enthone and idolise him in his heart;  
Alas, he can share his infirmity,  
And only knows to be as sick as he.  
But what? As the Athenians their disease  
Of Plague attributed to Pericles.  
And Romans Lucius Verus th' Emperor  
Blamed, as who Plague had taught to domineer.  
So now we say the Pest is progeny  
Of star or body elementary.  
Some Angel either good or bad we chide,  
As falling Lucifer upon our pride.  
None, as it were, lays faithful hand on breast,  
To find it couch and pillowbear to Pest.  
None think Plague sent as l●ctor to maintain  
The cause of God's terricrepant disdain:  
That 'tis his burning missile to dispense  
Revenging flames of his incandescence.  
Vesanous ablepsy, that heavens clear light  
Hath made moon-cyed and quite deprived of sight!  
Pergamus great 
* Gal. in Ep●d●m.  Physician could resign  
Pest (though he neither knew) to power divine.  
And that Achaean Poet who was cried  
For wisdom up till he was de●sy'd;  
Who whence he came on earth none e'er could find:  
But gave men eyes, though he himself was blind.  
Ingen'ously told Greece, the 
(a) Hom. pr. Ili.  Plague did follow  
The will and order of incensed Apollo.  
What shall we, then, we, Christians believe,  
Who learn and write in his divine archive?  
Know in Leviticus and 
(b) D●ut. 23. L●vi●. 26.  Deuteronomy  
He menaces Israel with hierocomy;  
Which one day with the Pest they having tried  
To seventy thousand proved hospiticide?  
Plutarch asserts Lacedaemonian state,  
When Pest among them did serpeggiate,  
Consulted Oracles to make them wise,  
That they voracious Pest might sepulize.  
Athenians, as Thucydides reports,  
Made for their Deities new sacred courts.  
And Romans, Livy writes, did fabricate  
To every Idol votive seat of state:  
Ordered processions; locked tribunal door,  
And brought in Gods that ne'er saw Rome be●ore  
Each did, though ne'er so barbarous, the st●●  
With pious superstition pumicate.  
Why then won't we, to whom the Heav●● rev●●  
Their gracious, true light, realize our zeal?  
That one foot may the head of Dragon press,  
The other knee should make engonasis:  
Supplicate his presidie that can be  
Wall on each hand through our Erythraean Sea.  
Pomona can afford no remedy  
From her succinous flowery marquetry.  
Nothing in her dominions can be found  
To hedge in or repastinate our ground.  
Nothing of adjument can Tellus bring  
From rich encausted Jewels of the Spring.  
No help of virtue seminal can come  
From aught that's incadavered in her womb.  
Nothing in Machaonian art can here  
Ransom our health or medicate our fear.  
If we'd find what does both and never fail,  
We then must seek in the Peneian vale.  

† 2 King 2.22  Elisha's salt should our sick waters heal,  
And our deaths-pot be tempered with his meal.  
Our Ajax shield must be the Rational,  
Both phylactery and pharmatical.  
When Planet who rules Capricorn or Spleen.  
And he rules Scorpio or Gall convene.  
From their cougress; such vegetables make  
Purulent food, d●●nk from paludous lake.  
And Austral winds that usually breed  
Anoxery, Pest is eructated.  
No fear of Pest, then, where in sphere is s●t  
Good Angel for benign starrulet.  
Where our commensal's Christ, whom we view touch,  
And's sacramental body too embouch.  
Where heavenly cordial melitism flows,  
And breeze of Holy Spirit gently blow●.  
That we be'nt kept from such an happy state,  
Anomy should not interequitate.  
Such redolent and vernant Paradise  
Can't be, but first we must eructate vice.  
Such bread's not for foul stomaches: such a flood  
Will not expand its Cobrus streams on mud.  
Such wind breathes not on dunghills, and who'll win  
Angel's love, must be agamist to sin.  
Brigades of flies, frogs and such vermin, these  
Signs of corruption, are Pests oscines.  
But one who liberally and daily ●eeds  
Runcina with a sacrifice of Weeds.  
They whose superior souls have their ●it ●est  
In a polite, lixiviated breast:  
There stantiate and have their constant tent,  
Where nothing pedid is or feculent.  
Such neither danger find nor omen to be  
Previous or protatick to ghiandusse.  
How ever others smart and are distressed,  
Their fear will never isikle to Pest.  
Each for himself covets the happy fate,  
To be to Pest victor Crotoniate.  
We'd Locri be; near Nig●r fix our foot;  
Or be inhabitants of Calcutta:  
Places Cardan and Scaliger 
* ●. 10 the subtle exer 32  relate  
ne'er known to give Pest room to stabulate.  
Health's dear to us: and yet we more befriend  
Our lust, whose league we're loath to interscind.  
It were, should we decrustate this, we think,  
To be ablacted both from meat and drink.  
We must do more than wish: ' te'nt to fulfil  
Our own desire to saginate our will.  
It is expected we with all our ●light,  
Manticulate our pan●h and appetite:  
Oft keep Rogation week that it may raise  
And crumble into dust of Ember days:  
Feed at the table of Apelles, where  
Abstinence waits and ushers in the fare.  
And acolastick riot is put by;  
As complice to 
† A concivii● ex●la● philo●ophia.  proscribed philosophy.  
By iconism made in every point  
To p●t both eye and stomach out of joint.  
Pest, 
* In ●. 6 2 paral. vers. pestilen.  Tostate says, from pastus comes. Hence those  
Most suffer by it are most crapulose.  
As Dutch and Germans, while such are most free,  
Subtract their epigastricke husbandry.  
Contagion fish atacks not. For they spare,  
In want of lungs to gourmandise the air.  
And such who are unboweled of delight,  
Secretly glides from innate appetite:  
Have nothing in them serves, or may be meant  
Organ to draw the vitiate ambient:  
Who somewhat do peculiate from each dish  
Crams luxury, may be as whole as fish.  
You'll grant they very well may guizzants seem,  
While in salt sea of penitence they swim.  
This 'tis must give our carrack volant vogue,  
And make us peccant humours disembogue.  
This will extinguish fire of prurient lust,  
And be smegmatick to our scabtous rust.  
For crime, pest to the soul, does watch and carry  
For body's pest, and is its emissary:  
With oily words does it eutrapelize,  
And with Dardanean art too syrenize.  
Finds it obsequious to its call and beck,  
And rules it as its Hogan Mogan Smeck.  
Because against wise 
(a) In opus. de iis qui s●●ò pu●iuntur.  Aesop some did rage:  
They felt from Pe●● pounces of o●●frage.  
Because the Romans Manlius did condemn  
To death, being innocent, with punic crime:  
They (as some great Theologists have said,  
With Sibil, thought to be 
(b) Liv. ●ec. 1. ●. 1.  entheated)  
Infliction had pat to their villainy,  
And suffered Pests coccinean cruelty.  
David too thousands of his subjects found  
By beccamorto given to the ground:  
Because for giving holy prebend, curse  
Of thrift had laid 
(c) Abu●●●s.  embargo on his purse.  
Because by a subduction all his state  
He'll calcule, must himself denumerate.  
Since, then, Pest's crimes punition, that so  
Fares by't as thrush that dungs on misletoe:  
Or as that smith and known Merc●●●al gull,  
Who cowed himself by Phala●is's bull.  
If contrary contrary meet to try  
The mastership by mutual courtesy:  
Collatcrate and be such friendly mates,  
As one the others wounds consolidates.  
Penitence ne'er with Pestilence will station,  
ne'er be coll●gue nor join in parentation.  
Who would not in this cataclysm die,  
Like Morkin, Leaches say, to hill must fly.  
Infected house shun more than hate to carry  
In an illuvious, mucid columbary:  
Make gun as intestinum rectum, where  
Physic may issue have to purge the air:  
Charge sweat it tend at every poor to carry  
Lethean humours out as ostiary.  
Let cautery mouth open that may spawl,  
As if provoked by some emeticall.  
With vinegar make spear the spoil divide,  
And lancepresado be to hosticide:  
Sugar amand, and suffer no such choice  
Sweet thing at board to have a choral voice.  
But what say they who can with words transport  
Sick soul to health, when their best skills amort?  
Who would not be this feral monster's prey;  
Fall in insidious Catoblepa's way;  
He must himself abduce and sevocate  
From lu●ulent peccaminous estate:  
Make resipiscence his reverticle,  
Can utmost rage of larval foe repel.  
There 
* Isa. 22 16.  grave his habitation in a rock,  
And with his gemmed Mausoleum danger mock.  
Sakers of crebrous sighs must voice to clear  
The souls threnetick, languid hemisphere.  
Humours he must propel till they retreat,  
Fall and precipitate themselves in sweat;  
With dolorous and rainy eyes make wells  
T'officiate as lugubrious fontenels:  
Acerb Compunction use to cut, prick, fret,  
And be to conscience as its tabouret.  
Friandises, rambooz, mulse, all the throng,  
Of dainties, sergeants be to t●eth and tongue,  
As Sinon's nauseate, and from the table  
Keep as landloopers or abacted rabble.  
Thus did the Royal Cytharist when he  
Would subjugate Plagues pervicacity.  
Fasting he in a P●ycomachy, strives  
To win the host of heaven by collatives.  
His eyes while they are stormed by showry South,  
Nothing but shriveing's liquid in his mouth.  
Decubiae and abstinence, these are  
His Pylad●an protocolls to prayer:  
Makes his Gilt with his tears together drop.  
So takes the bite of heaven with telescope.  
Sambuck lays by, agnizes all his rants.  
And Israel's sweet singer than recants.  
While a cilicious Sambenit environs  
His bare flesh, rakes his wounds with scalping irons:  
Seposites robes, crown, sceptre, and in stead  
With ashes spices his anointed head;  
And his basilical great Honour must  
Sat where alive he's buried, in the dust.  
Thus he, and thus each Roman Matron, she  
Though hackney strumpet to Idolatry:  
Yet in such times when Apollyon came  
With salient lust to ravish every dame;  
They sending troops of agonistick fears,  
To hold their paillards by their andoillers:  
Every salacious wish and wanton groan,  
Licensing to catuliate alone,  
Scarmigliate and contrite than they be:  
Each stubborn, stiff Aloia bends her knee,  
They wash their Idols temples with their tears,  
Assurding them with sobs, complaints, suspires.  
A better way we cannot well invent  
T' avoid a quarantene then keeping Lent:  
When we refrene wilful ingluvious maw  
And Lust, with Fannian and Scatinian Law:  
Do from the soul those kitchen vapours keep,  
Which lull its entelechie fast asleep;  
That power by which the heavenly satraps be  
Assistant to us with their Hierarchy.  
If in this lugent state we'd find compa●●on,  
Revoke the sentence of our decimation:  
Be in possession quietly at home,  
Where Zums now and 
† Is●. 13 21. & 34 14.  Ohims daily roam:  
Desire Arachne with her Phalacrus,  
Might eat their way securely out of us:  
If we would have some remedy that brings  
Vaginipennous Plague to close its wings:  
Be earthed again; else fly and make retreat  
To distant part of African or Get,  
Kyrie Eleison be our charm. 
* 2 Kings 1.10.  One may  
Call Heaven's fire: 
† 1 King 8.37, 38, 39  thousands voice it quite away.  
Cardiognostick haubertne're 
* 2 King. 13.4. Ma●k 11.24. Ma●●●●. 7.11.  deverts  
His mercy from an hecatomb of hearts.  
By obtestation from him we shall  
Delin●ment have delen●sicall,  
Calastick, septicall, emollient,  
Peptick, what e'er from Hygia can be sent;  
What gives us reviviction: so can cure  
With Love's supernal fire our calenture.  
While we conslagitate his grace, he fights  
His own arms, conque'ring our Amalekites.  
By such a winding cockle-stairs as these,  
We mount above the power of all disease.  
Salacia and Thetis should contest,  
Which from which eye can fluce out th' ocean best.  
Drawing amorous streams, from thence t' obtain  
Far more illustrious title o'er the Main.  
The Penitential Psalms direct the way  
To sing our plangent dirge and Naenia.  
They're safe from being by Plague's deluge drowned,  
Who wash themselves in this Probatick Pond.  
The virtuous Bethesda of our eyes,  
Makes sin and Plague, not us, the sacrifice.  
To gain lost virgin state the Lazarous▪  
Squalid and jacent find it Canathus.  
With sighs we draw heavens vital air, with groans  
New life: as those that touched 
* 2 King 13.21.  Elisha's bones.  
Remorse is such a thing by which we're made  
To speed on then the most when retrograde.  
Waters of Shiloah that softly fell  
From Zions foot, were called the 
† N. h●m 2. 13.  Dragon's W●ll.  
Such are our coulant tears steal down to meet  
And pa's the humblest courtship of our feet.  
That figured help: and this to us does so.  
Coule-sang plague drinks here and bursts in two.  
But we must take more pains, that it may fall  
TO our lot to have a Year Sabbatical.  
'tis not enough with folded arms to groan,  
Sat and resolve to make Ephesian moan:  
That we more than irrorate cheeks, so weep,  
That couch and bed each floating seems a ship.  
These are but ocious acts would fain be blest  
With ease at wish; have without labour rest.  
If our arms be not busy after all,  
Our tears will make our eyes but mopsical.  
Our sacred tenure's soccage, which we own  
To sudatorious manage of the Plough.  
We must saburrate ship, lest in the brine  
It swims it reel, stumble and turn carrine:  
With hands as well as eyes be diligent,  
If we Pests racemation would prevent.  
The great Theoremist's digests, psephisms,  
Decretals, scits, cancel our motacisms.  
No student ere his sacred volume took  
For practice, can be blotted out his book.  
What ever of Palladium was said  
Chimerically, here's the Word and Deed  
Decachord makes Plagues spirits by the sound  
In their Chimmerian hypoge abscond.  
Each bankrupt reliquator here may be  
Discharged by grant of novae tabulae  
This gives us bill of health by sea and land:  
Is our safe convoy and our caravan.  
This Lesbian rule 
* Levit. 26 Deut. 5 29. Deut. 7.12.15.  thus steads us: And his mouth  
Who'll doubt, he being the Fidius of truth?  
Nomark here tells us, who with things divine  
Make in their hearts ablectick officine:  
Do to their Attic Christian faith fit place  
And class allow to every sister Grace:  
Make them stand as such brious part'ners  
As were to dance by music of the spheres.  
Handed with such associates 
* 2 P●l 1, 5, 6, 7, & 10.  ne'er will fall,  
But be to Destiny despotical.  
Nona and th' other two for ever be  
Secluded from the Virtue's company.  
Those against these can harbour no designs  
To sidelay or eyebite their Valentines.  
They, though the puissant Regent's of mishap,  
Do never lay dead pledges in their lap:  
These never act sad part in tragedy,  
Nor sing in consort with Melpomene.  
They face the ortive sun: but do not know  
Funebrous blasts that from Sirocco blow.  
These daimonds be to contagion:  
Take all magnetic virtue from the stone.  
Virtue's become when sbïrro pest affai●  
Offenders, their mallevadors and bails.  
Oft they have courtiers who their kindness prove,  
And then vacillate, as if drunk with love.  
Their mercedaries for some present boon  
They be; but only love them for a moon.  
With them a while exceedingly rejoice,  
But quickly are deponents of their choice.  
Float as Cutilia's isle, and change their mind,  
As often as Hyena's do their kind.  
statical helps such want for cure and ease,  
And need stegnoticks for their lose disease.  
'Tis not who starts nor he that runs apace:  
But 
† 1 Cor 9 24.  he runs well to goal, who wins the race.  
'Tis not French fury, but long faithful strife  
Hath promise of the 
* Rev ●. 10.  diadem of life.  
Who virtues keep, don't euripize, but be  
As constant to them as the Baltic Sea.  
To have allodial lands we can't devise  
A better way than give them predial tithes.  
The oil of these wise virgin's lamps, on fire  
Of Pest hath force to make it soon expire.  
Nothing can e'er with Vices them engage  
To make condict or join in voisinage.  
They're Amazons ne'er but with cartel greet them,  
Nor unless in steccado ever meet them.  
The one as acolites are serviceable  
To Angels at heavens high communion table.  
In every languid and lugubrious breast,  
joyous invigorating power ingest.  
The other wait Hell's plots, trepans, snares, nets:  
As Pagod's, Deumo's, Ashtaroths valets.  
To intervert, enervate and infest,  
They conders are and scuttles to the Pest.  
They have an electricity to draw.  
All acherontic Plagues to fire our straw.  
That Plague may cease, Curtius' life must be prized,  
And populace of sin be sacrificed.  
Who virtues for their help and favour choose,  
To curb Pest's stasiastick boutefeu's,  
Abdicate vice, and all that vice retains,  
With their relics, encliticks and remains.  
That Virtues, birds of Paradise, may come,  
Hawkers extrude, and vicious fowls deplume.  
Who'd be their friend, his morals interpole;  
His mind embellish, calandar his soul.  
They'll have none are vertiginous to woo them;  
None blind or lame in their affection to them.  
Nergal by heathen Sycophants was meant  
Competitour with the Omnipotent.  
They thought it fit, while they to him did pray,  
To join the senseless aid of Ashima.  
Nibhaz can't move nor Tartak; yet each stands  
To help their 
† 2 King 17.31, 32, & 41.  servants, with their wooden hands.  
So many their devotions sever now,  
That quotient serves vice and virtue too:  
Use vices as acetars, that with these.  
Virtue's may down and much the better please.  
Thus as if in a quarrefour they stand;  
Can on, or back, or turn to either hand.  
Each with a vafrous slight can change their fist,  
Be zealot now and then libidinist.  
Mulato-like, seeming to have a right  
To Hell and Heaven, have parents black and white.  
But rivals they detest, unless they be  
First wedded to their own society.  
Bigots or bigamists they will have none.  
But who takes them, all join and make but one.  
Their Lovers they will have admire their worth,  
As solely as the needle does the North.  
To be a carnalist is to refuse  
The true Olympus for mere spittle house:  
T'obvaricate his dearest health, and vary  
His arms from Temple into Mortuary.  
His mirth's Abderian laughter; does but tend  
To make him agelastick in the end.  
Kenodoxist himself does vainly tyre,  
To follow false lights into pits and mire.  
The lawlese's destructive Power and spite,  
Breaks down an hedge that serpent may him 
* Eccles 10.8.  by't.  
The mammonist with all his ill-got gain,  
Is Cerberus in adamantine chain.  
Stasiarches glory happily may flush  
With midday's beams, proves soon occiduous.  
Gnatho's and they who lead Apicius life,  
Devote to their delicious throats a knife.  
Suist no care nor toil will let alone  
To please himself, rolls Sisyphus' stone.  
Beauty's stargazers have th' unhappy luck  
T'admire phantasms and be Planet-struck.  
Vice is plagues whispring-place, that does afford  
True correspondent sound to every word.  
Who suffer under Libitines' black rod,  
First nourished Vices colubriferous brood.  
If plague tomb our elychnious bodies, these  
Were first by vice brought to their obsequies.  
This makes our Golgatha, and Death when he  
Gives us the stroke, this holds the clepsydre.  
Others may sing our dirge, this will devise  
Our sad commendaces and close our eyes.  
No Neades like Vices when they rave  
And roar, to shake our Earth into the grave.  
They every hour such serpent's breed, as will  
Defy and hiss in scorn at Ibis' bill.  
If we do apolactize, force and tread  
Them under foot, we get above plagues head.  
Best presentaneous help we have, 's to clear  
All our araneous works and gossymeare.  
Such rust delimate, our gold bright will show.  
Filtre such dregs: from pest we run free too.  
When all the World lay plagued mortally  
With phagedaena of enormity;  
So virulent, that leech from heaven was sent,  
And needs must die to save the patiented.  
Who ' tells us of his coming, cries, and prays,  
That we prepare him clean, strait, even ways.  
So now our taske's the same, to break and cart  
Scelesticke scopelisin from the heart:  
That nothing in our conversation be  
Of rancid or mephiticke quality:  
T'unbow crook● wonts, wry acts to regulate:  
Make brochity of will and manners strait.  
Euthemy both procures euthanasie,  
And's fanative to Erysipely.  
Ephemerist who his aberrancyes  
Calculates faithfully with mouth and eyes,  
With controbanded goods he does detest,  
With his delicts he desecrates the pest.  
Our mourning's dark red porphyry should now  
With wilkie features enterlace its brow.  
Though black without, yet fairer be then fire  
Underneath, as Contemplatives attire:  
Hewed as the Parian marble, or what shows  
The beauteous argent smiles of Juno's rose.  
Our salves and us can alabaster fence  
Best from corruption with its innocence.  
We are to get our health as those of Greece  
Did gather golden grains, with jasons' fleece.  
Our souls great shepherd, then, now seems to sleep,  
While murrain plays the wolf among the sheep,  
Will wake, its storm rebuke, and safely carry  
His bleating lamkins in his oviary.  
He'll be our nuptialist, and then esteem  
We as with spotless pudor come to him.  
While Virtue from him kindly rules our Nights,  
He'll make the Delian twins, Latonian lights.  
Our spouses' salade is the surest fence  
Against gisarmes of the Pestilence.  
Among those conquer this, Physicians call  
Treacle despot and podestate to all.  
Treacle, to use the right, we must not make  
Of trivial, aconicke earthly snake:  
But what the true Fanus is, and is found  
In heaven, like Zodiac to clasp it round.  
The Serpent Moses lifted up who viewed,  
By touch of visial beams their healths renewed.  
We understand the figure well, that 
* john 3.14.  'twas  
Mystery of our Shiloh on the Cross.  
Dragon Pest use all its mecidial tricks,  
We cross its spite by eyeing Crusifix.  
The Romans when they had endured the pain  
Long time of Pests ignivomous disdain,  
To Epidaurus sent Ambassadors  
For Esculapius snake to work their cures.  
This came: Plague ceased. And hence they make relation,  
How their devotion to't made their piation.  
But sure we are 'tis only he whose tread  
Had the sole power to bruise th' Old Serpent's head.  
The deadly steam reeks from his poisonous den,  
In cursed revenge on us, repels again.  
In pity to our humane frailty, he  
Clothed himself with, cures its infirmity.  
He whom Leviathan cannot resist,  
Turns him with hook to breathe which way he list.  
None enter heavens Elysium, but they  
Who pass through him is life's sole gate and way  
He's that harmonious 
* 2 King 3.15, 16, 17, etc.  vent, that if we trust,  
Focillate will our fires and quench our thirst.  
Iliads of evils from us he'll expel,  
Our griefs and languors mancipate to hell:  
All flagrant gledes and fire-drakes drive from hence,  
To ring the Curfew to the Pestilence.  
Who basis takes away, sure, can forbear  
To keep the structure hanging in the air.  
Who imprecated sin, did cause dismiss,  
Effect can chase, and ban the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
He needs, if brazen snake could save alive,  
Must cure who cures by representative.  
Against phymata, oedemata, what e'er  
Distringent is by chagrin, pain or fear,  
What e'er 's tabi●icall or makes us sick,  
Christ's thorns expunge and mortise to the quick.  
A tempest of acutest malady,  
His rood converts into a malacy.  
Then Carduus benedictus if more bitter,  
Its virtue proves ten thousand times the sweeter  
Relic of this with gratia Dei meets  
Our dead flesh and exulcerate ferits.  
Impoluerized by sufferings, it makes  
Poma ambrae and manus Christi cakes.  
A some it is does not depress but carry  
Its gerents to the starry laqueary:  
Floats them above deluge of Earth and brings  
Through all the Orb of fire on wooden wings.  
This badge while in their Purpura they bear,  
Makes them Knights here with the Patri●●i  
'Tis sceptre o'er both Globes, 
* 1 Cor. 1 18  guidon of might, there.  
And tables of the Law laid thwart and right.  

† Matth. 10 18.  'tis Fortune's wheel, th' Arts turnstile solely ha●s  
The place to give them way and let them pass.  
Cyclopaedia's axis, Learning's hand,  
Its sense does and the letters too expand.  
Piazza of the world's four parts, where they  
To make a league together meet and stay.  
Their symbol and impress, rule, protipe, frame,  
Includes them and indigits whence they came.  
Physics Pharmacopoea comprehends  
Art infinite to all poor leech commends.  
It's timber can, where ever need requires.  
Contabulate our wants and our desires.  
Physic may have hand of our cure at need,  
But still Religion owns the heart and head.  
She 'twas that when sins Cypress tree was grown  
All o'er the earth, gave charge to cut it down.  
'Twas she that whole our piteous eyesore made,  
By the detenebration of its shade.  
'Twas that compassionate celestial dame,  
Closed Divine Nature here in Virgin ●rame.  
Was caliduct of sacred fires, whence we  
May supervive by uranoscopy.  
And when first the Creator gave each birth,  
Was suppellecticarious to Fa●th:  
So that to view defecated did come  
All the agroted Chaos had in womb,  
She every species genus claimed for his  
Ordained; then penned the Physic genesis.  
Sh● plant and herb sororiant designed  
Prol●sick and lustrifick in its kind.  
She made it vegetive, and did it tie  
With the frank almoine of her Charity.  
She, she it was, that e'er it budded forth,  
Did to our use pastilicate its worth.  
On humane art why should we fond rest,  
That is but stolen or borrowed at the best?  
When we may have what's real beauty, seem  
Content with the prestiges of a dream?  
We can't, when Nature does our Life disband,  
Commit it to more safe and tender hand.  
Rapine and Insolence, such as engage  
To propagate ochlocrasie of Rage;  
All macellarious complices and fiends,  
Plot to abet and act pale Horrors ends,  
Before her sink, while they themselves confound,  
As giddy Eddy in its circles drowned.  
And more indulgent touch then hers can ne'er  
Come from the close embrace of gentle air,  
When smiling she a sunny mantle throws  
About the blooming infant of the Rose.  
More grateful and obliging courtesy  
ne'er rayed from Goddess of the Morn, when she  
For her belov'd weary Endymion's head,  
In blushing satin makes his spicy bed.  
ne'er from serene Lucina came, who ties  
Her vigils vestment round with starry eyes,  
When the tired Hours of the day do creep,  
Into her open douney breast to sleep.  
O don't despise a Beauty, whose despite  
Does all our wishes, hopes, designs benight.  
Whose Injury and Indignation are  
The rigid pregnant parents to despair.  
Whose frown indusiated with threats, may stand  
For gift from Circe's or Roxana's hand.  
And whose all-bounteous ●avour, when 'tis gone,  
Leaves us desponsed to Gods of wood and stone.  
O do not slight a Beauty so supreme,  
Brightens Heaven with her Juno's diadem.  
Who, where she lists, the Civic crown confers,  
Frustrates and makes irrite dire climacters,  
And in whose smiles patulicates all this  
And life hereafter can embrace of bliss  
'Slight not, O slight not her, with charms who sings  
Plague dead, & covers you with Cupid's wings.  
Paul plants, Apollo waters: when all's done,  
She's wanted irradiation of the Sun.  
When Doctors have exantlated their skill,  
Her Raphael's sacred Physic cure● our ill.  
That Plague surprise us not with fear or dread,  
Sanctuary stands upon Religion's head.  
We see, through Art, where e'er we cast our eye,  
All Nature circuncluded with the Sky.  
FINIS.    

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