THERMAE REDIVIVAE: The CITY of BATH DESCRIBED: WITH Some Observations on those Sovereign WATERS, both as to the BATHING in, and DRINKING of Them, Now so much in Use. By Henry Chapman, Gent. LONDON, Printed for the Author, and are to be Sold by Jonathan Edwin at the Three Roses in Ludgate-street, 1673. TO The most August and Serene Prince CHARLES II. Of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, King, etc. Dread and Royal Sir and Sovereign, IT hath been all along (I praise my God) my Inclination as well as my Duty, to serve my Prince and Country the Wars in your ever Renowned Father's time (wherein I had the Honour as well as the Misfortune (as carrying with it the Sacrifice of a Competent Estate) to be, shall testify for the One, as this small Tract for the Other; as I am a Native of this place; so also for the better part of Twenty years, I was not a Stranger to many Near and Remote Regions, but never could I meet with, or hear of any such Waters as this your City yields, in reference to the perpetual constancy of their Quantity and Quality; on which reason, I have an Ambition and Desire to Publish this to the World, what continual and inexhaustible Treasures, are stored up here in the Bowels of the Earth, scarce ever made known (at leastwise made use of) till these very late years, the Publication whereof, will Sans-peradventure, advance your Majesty's Kingdoms Interest, as conducing so much, to the Longaevity and health of the Nations: rendering them more Numerous and Hardy, (our Air will make them Valiant) and this being granted, as being an indisputable Maxim the Consequence is, Cum multis Manibus grande levatur opus. May the good God, keep your Majesty, here (long after our Age) in the highest degree of Honour and Health, and when you Change, give you an Incorruptible for a Corruptible Crown, which hath, is, and shall be the daily and incessant Prayers of Your Majesties, Most humble, Loyal, and Obedient Subject and Servant Hen. Chapman. Bath, 16. Novemb. 1673. To the ever Renowned NATIONS Of, and in Great Britain and Ireland. I Am not ignorant, that there are many (and that Learned too) Treatises abroad, concerning something I am now in hand with. Dr. Jordan is Extant, and so is an Appendix to it, discoursing profoundly, from what Minerals these Waters may proceed with the Nature of Bitumen Sulphur, and the like; yet all this while, there wants a plain, and cheap (not Scholastic) Divulgation to the World, of the present use of these Waters, both as to the bathing in, and Drinking of them, the latter of which having not been much in use till within this two or three years, is not (I conceive) sufficiently made known to the World, wherefore that these Sovereign Waters which are so much approved of, by those Many, that have made use of them, as having wrought so many and so admirable Cures; may lie no longer in Obscurity (in default of an abler Pen) I have in this small Treatise adventured it myself, in which the Reader cannot (considerato Authore) reasonably expect, any other then plain ordinary English, the whole aim and scope being to report them to the World, and (because of their singular Virtues.) to encourage the use of them. H. C. Sun in Bath, Nou. 1673. Regi Gregi Victoria Copia. THE City of BATH DESCRIBED. THe City of Bath is seated in the North North-East part of Somersetshire, environed (almost) all) round with pleasant and fruitful Hills full of excellent Springs of Waters, in so much as 'tis observed that on many of their Sumits, there are rare Crystal Waters, gushing out especially in one Village adjoining to the Southwards of it, there are near Fifty (if not more) Habitations, where scarce one House makes use of that Water that served another, each one enjoying a particular to its self. The Valley in which it stands, in any place extends (hardly) itself to half a Mile in breadth, in most places less; it is very pleasant and fruitful, and therein hardly ever seen any Pools, Loughs, or Meery places; for as soon as any inundation is over, the Waters totally Drein away with it, which doubtless contributes much to the Salubrity of the Air. From two of these Hills, the City (by Pipes of Lead) is not only plentifully served into the Common Conduits, but also not few of the private Houses are supplied with it within their own Doors, such a Convenience, and at such easy Rates, that few places enjoy the like; and this being carried through most Streets, Lanes, and Byways, is not only for within-door Occasions, but in case of Fire, is very ready to be made use of. The Streets, most of the Narrowest size, especially that near the Centre called Cheap-street, the greatest Eyesore of its Beauty and Cumber to its accommodation, it is Walled all round, with a Time-defying Stone, the Buildings (by strong supposition) mounted much higher than in former Ages; for walking round the Walls, it is perceivable, the City stands on a Batch (as we call it) in a bottom, from Fifteen to Twenty foot higher than the Surface without; neither is it without Suburbs, the fourth part supposed to be so, and all together, computed by some that pretend to have calculated its Dimensions, takes not up much more than Fifty Acres, in such a narrow compass is this ancient, famous, little pretty City contained; which being in such a bottom, hath such a variety of Prospects, and Landscapes, that few places parallel it, whereas places scited on Levels, seldom please the Eye far, deprived by the interposition of the next Pale, Wall, or Hedge, whereas, this raising itself higher than the adjoining Gardens and Meadows, hath full and free passage, nor do the Hills so strengthen the Prospect, but that the Eye may even surfeit its self with variety of Objects (in some places) for at least three Miles, at once beholding the Meander-Aven Semi-circling the City, than the low Meadows, in several small and great Partitions, the Pasture grounds above them, than the Corn fields, so gradually ye come up to the Downs, on which particularly Launsdown is an excellent Coarse of above two Miles, at the end whereof may be seen the City of Bristol, with the Counties of Somerset, Wilts, Gloucester, Worcester, Hereford, and Menmouth; but this has made me endanger the Out-running my intended Discourse, seldom farther than the little City or its Prospect, but this Digression (I suppose) may not be much out of Order, when the Gallantry and Youth of the Nation, may be made acquainted, what Recreation the Vicinity of the place affords, especially when it is accompanied with Hunting, Setting, etc. The Wall is in compass not a full English Mile, and were the City not in such a bottom, and so over topped by Neighbouring Hills, by the Opinion of Col. B. (once Governor thereof) and some others, that may understand Fortifications) might be made Tenable, for indeed the whole, is but one entire Rampart, a Coffin filled with Earth, on which the Buildings are; then the Springs so near the Superficies, that no Approaches can be made but with great difficulty, there are large discourses already extant of several Statues, Figures, as Gorgon's Serpents, etc. in it, in which I shall not meddle, but leave every man to his view, and belief, but certainly this, it is a Noble Ancient Wall therein appearing many antiquities, as also four Gates, having their several denominations from the four Cardinal winds, which every night are ordered to be locked up, and a Watch Itinerant, Sworn not to enter any House till four in the Morn, which how duly observed, some of them who have been caught tardy, and put into Wooden Bastile, for their pains can satisfy you. The Government is by a Mayor, aldermans, and Twenty Councillors or Citizens. The Mayor and Aldermen (on solemn days) are in Scarlet, the number (by Charter) may not exceed eleven, nor under five; to these is added a Recorder, who there with the Mayor is Justice of the Peace and Quorum, having the precedence of the two other Justices; also a Town Clark, who every Leet-day (twice in the year) calls the Court, and it is kept in his Name, although Mayor, aldermans, etc. present. And here (I conceive it will not be improper, no Sally from the purpose, to observe the care here taken for the Poor, of which quality (I suppose) there are fewer than in any place (for its bigness) in the Kingdom, the yearly rate for the three Parishes, being under 30 l. per ann. which to some Strangers, hath, not being acquainted with the Custom and Method here taken) seemed wonderful, most People conjecturing the City to be poor, (as indeed it cannot vaunt of many notoriously rich) yet Providence, with the beneficent munificence of some of our English Monarques hath sufficiently provided for it, thereby they owing as little to their backs and bellies as any place I know of, yet no stupid Gormandizers neither; for such care is taken that the wealthier sort eat their own Morsels, free from such importunate Clamours and Outcries as are too frequently seen in other places, that have a higher Celebration for Riches, this principally arising (without doubt) from Magistratical care, at every Quarter-Sale day wherein the poorer sort are not only kindly used (beyond comparison) but are also so tied up, that they cannot squander away their good bargains, but are reserved in case of necessity to their needy Families. It is supplied and adorned for the Service of God with three Churches, dedicated to St. James, St. Michael, and St. Peter and Paul, the later justly challenging to its self the pre-eminence, for lightsomness, stateliness, and elegance of Structure, of all the Parochial Churches in the Kingdom, the Tower whereof is 162 foot high, in the upper loft whereof, is a noble Taunting, and Musical ring of Bells, whose loud Peals have been distinctly heard five, six, nay sometimes seven Miles distant. The Tenor is called Hopton; mostly the gift of that Honourable Family, what wanted in their bounty, was supplied by the City; to this Tower are four several Staircases, at each distinct corner one. This Stately Pile was begun in Henry the Sevenths' time by one Oliver King, the then Bishop of the Diocese, but never (by the iniquity of the times partly arising by the several changes) could it arise to any perfection, till about the year 1606. God raised up Bishop Montague, Mr. Thomas Bellot, and other pious and generous Benefactors, by whose great bounty and good Example it now enjoys its present Splendour and Glory. In the Body whereof one thing is most remarkable, that although it be of a vast Dimension taking its height, breadth, and length, and lying uncovered for above 100 years, the Windows so large, the Walls so thin, (that I presume many Mansion-houses equal it) yet this Noble Pile, notwithstanding it hath no sloaping Buttresses, on the outside to support and strengthen it, which the great Churches usually have, shows no Flaw, Crack, not settling, but stands firm and entire, evidencing thereby, not only the profound Skill of the Architect, but the goodness of the Stone, whose quality is, when taken up green out of the Quarry, of such a softness, that a Penknife (comparatively) may work it, without turning its edge, but when exposed to any building in the open Air, nothing more lasting, nothing more permanent, for neither Age nor time can deface it, witness the whole Pile, which notwithstanding it hath stood near two Centuries, yet to this day, remains as firm and beautiful as at first, near the midst whereof, under an Arch to the Northward, lies interred the Noble and Charitable Benefactor Bishop Montague, on whom his Executors (his Brothers) men of great Honour and Places, reared a stately Monument, answerable to the Dignity of that Honourable and Religious Prelate, over against this Noble Monument, the City in Testimony of the respects they owed to the then Rector Mr. John Pelling erected another to him, this Reverend Divine, notwithstanding he had a numerous Issue; yet was so indefatigably zealous in forwarding the reparation of this Fabric, that when at any time (and that was not seldom in that generous and benefactory Age) any Persons of Honour offered to him, as to his private, refused it with his, Non mihi sed Ecclesiae, which occasioned that Motto over his Tomb, which self-denial (its possible) the good God hath (secondarily paid into his own bosom, by a blessing on his Posterity, who (some of them especially) notwithstanding the few mites they had to begin the World, have now the value of Talents in their Possession; but this I take notice of, only for the Readers satisfaction, not for other Minister's Imitation. In the Southeast Isle, is a pretty, somewhat stately, and doubt less conceited Monument, all of Freestone, having Originally no Inscription, as to time, person, or quality, therefore vulgarly called the Speechless Monument, but now not so, for although the Tenant was (possibly) not willing to have any, yet the will of the Dead, as to that particular is sufficiently broken, for on the ground are many Stones, curiously and artificially Joined together, these make the resemblance of a copped Chest, and is in length, breadth, and height, sufficient to receive an Ordinary Corpse; but it seems it was not the receptacle, if you believe the scribbled Inscription. Fancy may think one hid within this Tomb, But reason says his grave was Mothers Womb. Another. Nameless not Fameless, here one lies, Believe not me, believe thine Eyes. That was answered thus, Nameless then Fameless, for how can Fame Attend that man that wants a known-by Name? Anonymus hear might very well share Fame With Alexander, bating but his Name. Harry Spicer like to Caesar an't had not spread, But Caesar's living, and Harry Spicer's dead. Then Name makes fame, and nothing else for Fame 'S no more in sense then a Recorded Name. But to prevent all future defacings by such scribbling and scratching, one (it seems) had been so far acquainted with the name and quality of the there interred, that for these many years he hath silenced such Enormities by this Divulgation to the World. If any man my Name and Life inquire, Lichfield my Name, my Life was Music's hire. Near over against this Monument is a neat little Chapel, under an Arch between the Isle and the Chancel, (where formerly sat persons of the greater quality) some of which (I suppose) though much of it is not so; for curiosity in Stonework, is hardly to be matched in England, 〈…〉 the last Prior here, and left his Fancy here in this Chapel, in the Abby-House, and in many other places in the City, being a Bird in a W. If any man my Name and Life inquire, Lichfield my Name, my Life was Music's hire. But since I am on Fancies, I must not leave this Church without a Recital of some others in the Windows, numbered in all to 52. most given by Strangers Benefactors (of which and all other charitable Donations there is a Vellum-Record on purpose kept in the Library) The great Window in the Chancel (where there is a greater in all dimensions I am yet to seek) was totally the Gift of that worthy forenamed Gentleman Mr. Thomas Bellot fancying his name, being particoloured quarrels of Glass laid Bellot-wise one over and cross the other. There are three others (though of smaller value) one given by Mr. Malet of Enmore, with his Coat of Arms and Motto, Malet Meliora. Another by Mr. Biss of Spargrove, with his Coat and Motto, Bis feel't sis foelix Bis: the third a Citizen of London who although (peradventure) he was not so accoutred from his Ancestors; yet his generous liberality was equal in the Charge to the others (unless the Coat made a difference) for a Window he gave of the same magnitude, with his fancy of William Plumby, Here I was, This I did. I must not omit speaking somewhat of the Revenue of this Church, which indeed is but small, and that which is and hath been the Gifts of Protestant Benefactors, among whom, Dame Elizabeth Booth the Ancestors of that Noble and fully accomplished Gentleman the Lord de la▪ Mere, exceeded all the Sons and Daughters of our Israel, by whose pious bounty (with some additions the City made) there is purchased in Land, to the yearly value of near 20 l. per annum, this seems but a small maintenance for so great a Building, yet with this, and with what else doth arise by breaking ground for Burial places, and for Monuments, it is as well kept in Repair as any Church I know of. But before I leave this Church, I shall leave with you these few observations; First, that not any one (that I know of) not of the Religion professed and established, gave one penny towards its Reparation; Next for the honour of our Fathers, they were the Repairers, and that in the last place We their Survivours may not be branded of having so much Faith, that we have lost all Good Works, continue the Reparation, and that not Niggardly neither; of which those famous Battlements and Pinnacles, almost round, gives sufficient and pregnant Evidence. And now having done your Devotions, it is time I lead you to the King's Bath, where as soon as you come down the great Stairs, you may behold the Stone-pavement and Battlements quite round it, the bounty of Sir Francis Stonor of Stonor; and for that I have had some Reflections on Protestant Benefactors on the Church to give each Persuasion its due, this Gentleman was a Romanist, may not this therefore argue for them, that although they may be no Friends to the Church, yet they may be to the State▪ And now behold one of the greatest Miracles in Nature: The Universe (by Travellers general report) not affording the like, whose Waters, (granted by all hands to be as old as the Creation, keeping constantly one quantity and quality in the greatest Drought, not one drop less in appearance, nor in the greatest Floods or Innundation any the More, experimentally made true by this unquestionable Evidence, the Waters filling it up to the usual height, which when the Sluices are carefully and exactly stopped, whether Summer or Winter, Drought or Flood, makes not one Minutes difference; so that Dame Luna, that Puling Piss-Kitchin Planet with her Ebb and Flow, her Nepes and Springtides, hath no influence at all here, and no more than Reason, for these Waters all along have been and are * Anciently the City's Name. Aquae Solis, so Sol is solely predominant here, and Lord Paramount, whereby we are assured they partake of no other accidental Increase, by any Spring or soaking to contaminate, defile or dis-vertue it, which the cold Waters of Tunbridge, Epsom, Barnet, &c. cannot appropriate to themselves, if general report be true, they increasing and decreasing, according to Accident and Season; but of this no more till I come to hint, and but to hint of them in another place. Now the quantity of these Waters arising in the King's Bath (there are none in the Queens although they are contiguous) may (as is supposed) very well drive an Over-shot Mill, and the quality is as constant as the quantity, the Springs at their Ebullitions, as hot in December as in June, and therefore may (with some more care for prevention of taking Cold) be with much efficacy used in all Seasons of the year, which is very fit should be taken notice of, to remove a Vulgar Error, That these Waters are never useful nor seasonable but in the Summer. Among the many Springs in the King's Bath, there is a principal one called the Hot-Spring, which is received by its self (without Communication into a lead Cistern, and that so close, that it is impossible any Drop of the other Waters can intermingle, over this Spring and Cistern, is (by the Order and Direction of an Honourable and Famous Physician, a pump erecting, so that the Waters from its single Effluence shall by three several Conveyances, be distributed abroad in wonderful quantities, insomuch, that although the three pumps should be in perpetual agitation, yet this noble, and exuberant Spring will remain inexhaustible, the Virtues whereof Fame (warranted by Experience) hath justly Trumpetted forth to the world, insomuch, that they are not only made use of in the Bath, the several places of the City, and Neighbourhood, but also in Bottles and Runlets at Bristol, Gloucester, Worcester, nay, London itself. Among many its virtues, I shall give you an account of but a few, Take your proportion in the Morn, whether two, three, or more quarts, as may be prescribed you, for four, five, or six hours after you have drank them, you have no Thirst, whereas formerly, when they were not taken inwardly, the Bathers were so greatly afflicted with it, that many times weak heads have been near an intoxication in only endeavouring by taking in other potable Liquor (moderately) to quench it, and all the times these Sovereign Waters are in your body, although they may give you several Stools, yet it is without any rumbling in your body, or Laceration of your Guts, having a gentle and painless Operation, both by Urine and Siege; the Concomitant whereof is an excellent Stomach, much bettered by walking and stirring your body after the drinking them, and still as your body empties, you may continue drinking more, the Waters being so innocent, that it is seldom or never heard, any complaint that a great quantity injured any one, and now (as I said before) they are never out of season, for that Stately new erected Cross in the King's Bath is a defence and shelter as well from Winter's blasts as Summer's Sun, and there are many convenient Rooms for drinking of, and bathing in them, which may invite those that have occasion to make use of them at any season, especially since I shall give them this assurance, that although there may be to Winter-Bathers more expense in fuel, yet to recompense that, their Lodgings will be cheaper, and the Inhabitants are observed to be as active in their attendance, and as ready to take your Money, in hoary December, as in fragrant June. This being granted, I have often wondered so much people have neglected a sudden Repair hither, but to the loss of many of their Lives, Limbs, or both; have delayed so long, and tampered so much, by taking undue courses in other places, that many times, when they come hither, they are so far past all hopes, that nothing but a Miracle can cure them, whereas seldom or never, any part hence (that make early Application) without some comfort, if not perfect cure or recovery. I cannot play the Empiric to tell you all the Maladies, and Diseases by Potion and Lotion they are effectually good for, only this (to my own knowledge) they are (in some constitutions) good against, and for avoiding the very Stone, of which there are proofs sufficient, among the many this one, The dearest Relation of the Author of these papers, was extremely tormented with it for some years, never could she find any ease or comfort by any Skill or Direction of the ablest Physician, till the great Physician was pleased to put it into her head to make use of the Bath; which in three or four times using, by bathing and drinking, divers Stones came from her, and that only in the time of her Bathing, and drinking, some whereof as big as Olive-Stones are yet in my Custody, and from that time to her dying day, (which was some years) was never troubled with it afterwards. For other ordinary Diseases, as Palsy, Dropsy, Sciatica, Rickets, and the like, the numberless number of Crutches that have from time to time been left behind, is a sufficient Testimony, some whereof yet hung up, remain as Trophies of God's Mercies in their several Cures. And now in this place (according to my promise) and purpose) I shall speak somewhat of the Cold Waters of Tunbridge, Epsom, etc. so much celebrated and drank of in and about London, wherein because I may be thought partial, I shall speak the less, in which let me desire an Observation whether or no since the drinking those Waters have been so much in use. The Griping of the Guts, a not only painful torturing, but Mortal Malady, hath not been more frequent now then in former times, it is easily found to be so by examination of the Weekly Bills, which plainly evidences, that of late more have been cast over the Perch, by this doleful Disease in one year, than (giving allowance also for the growth of the City too proportionably) in former Ages in seven, and those that will not appropriate that single Disease, besides some others that may be attributed to those Waters, are in their understandings (I humbly conceive) blind or wilfully obstinate, indeed how can it be otherwise but those cold and crude Springs, with their Nauseous soaking (so averse to our English, and all Northern Constitutions) lying so long in the Stomach, but must oppress, chill it, and destroy the Appetite, especially since it is granted there is many times a mixture of Rain waters, soaking through the several crannies of the Earth into them, adding an increase by Urine and Ordure, Humane and Belluine, plentifully shed thereabouts; so that the Physic makes the Excrement, and (Vicissim) the Excrement the Physic, certainly it is so, those Springs being observed to be far more fluent in wet and cold Summers, then in the hot and dry, then if compounded Rain-waters, and such Soaking are of such virtues I suppose they may be had nearer home, but it can never win belief with me, that the drinking them is the sole Reason and Occasion of the great resort thither; no, doubtless there is something else in it Meetings; which if so, they that go thither on that Errand, do not amiss, let them enjoy and solace themselves there, no hurt, but when they are there, to drink the waters in such a prodigious manner and measure through wantonness, custom, or example, can by no man wishing well to the Nation be approved of. But Si Populus vult perire, quis vetet? Sure this I am, that not above two or three years since, some sixteen miles distant from this City at a place called Alford, there was such another Spring found out, as I now am discoursing of; never was there a greater resort to any place (considering the small quantities of Waters it produced) then thither so much reputation it had gained that much people had the patience to stay their turns (for God's mercies were much seen in that it was a (pitifully) barren Spring) till they could be supplied from the Well. This was then (for that year only, for never before, nor never after, that I ever could here of (it having (paid the Drinkers off, sufficiently) was it made use of) the English Bethesda, but it was not the Angel of the Lord that stirred those Waters, but an evil one; found so, by the Diseases and Mortality that seized on abundance of People, in a very short time after they had drank them; insomuch, that ever since there is a Lord have Mercy written on the Door of him that made Merchandise of them. Hinc Subitae Mortes atque intestatus Senectus. And now I have done with the Cold Waters, when I have given you a sight of a Valedictory Bequest which a (waggishly) witty Gentleman (who in the time of the late Wars, was with others rinsing his Hypochondriacks) bestowed on Epsom. May all Carouses on this Green Be health and more to th' King and Queen; But the Squirt, and scent in Field and City An Oblation to the Close Committee. To conclude, what I have said of the King and Queen's Baths, I would be understood as to their Virtues (Conjunctim aut divisim) to be said of all. Only this, The Springs of the Cross Bath are not so hot as the Kings, nor so fluent; neither those in the Hot Bath, the distinction being given it, in reference (only) that it is hotter the adjoining Cross Bath; all which Baths are so surrounded with such Noble Buildings for Reception, that they appear (in respect of other places so remote from the Metropolis) rather petty Palaces, then common Lodgings, Summed up in a pair of Heroics by the Author hereof near an Age since, and may now with Candour seem no vain glory, or impertinence, to be inserted here, since they no ways Hyperbolise the Convenience, Gallantry, nor Virtues of the Baths, nor City; and being both made on accident not design, vindicates the Honour of our English Tongue, having fewer Letters in our own then the Latin, and yet as full significant and expressive as that. Balnea lympha Forum sic Templum Maenia Rivus Talia tam parva, nusquam sunt urbe reperta. Baths, Church, Rock-water, River, Hall Wall-round, Such in so little a City, no where found. Go and wash in Jordan seven times, and thy flesh shall come again to thee, and thou shalt be clean. Are not Abana and Pharphar rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel? Then went he down, and dipped himself seven times in Jordan. and his flesh came again, like unto the flesh of a little Child, and he was clean, 11 Kings 1 Cap. THE APPENDIX, WIthout which a Pamphlet now a days, finds as as small acceptance as a Comedy did formerly, at the Fortune Playhouse, without a Jig of Andrew Kein's into the bargain, therefore to temporize (I pray take that word in the best sense) I here present you with a Legendary one, and for caution, would not have you tie your faith too much on it, although (I assure you) it is Parti-par-pale, as our West-country Housewives Order their Puddings, with Vatt and Lean, this my Countryman (to my knowledge) died in East-India, on whom Padree Hatch bestowed this Epitaph, Here lies Tom Coriat, Odcombe's pride, Who came to Surat, and here he died. This famous person was not only a Wellwisher to the Mathematics, but also a great Aristotelian peripatetic, and co-temporary with the great Gamaliel Signieur Crusado of Chu le grande, in or before Travails, having read much of * The single Author that Bladud found out these Waters and Bath the City. Jeoffrey Monmouth, especially in that which had reference to what was concerned in the great Table hung up against the Wall in the King's Bath; dedicating it to old Jeoffreys' Ghost, he bolts out in this Poetical Rapture,— Ludhudibras a Meazel Voule, did zend his zun a graezing, Who Vortuend hither vor to cum, and geed his Pigs sum peazun; Poor Bladud he was Manger grown, his Dad, which Zum call Vaether, Zet Bladud Pig, and Pig Bladud, and so they ved together Then Bladud did the Pig's invect, who grunting ran away And vound hot waters prezently, which made 'em uresh and gay. Bladud was not so groat a Vool, but zeeing what Pig nid do, He beathed and washed and rinsed and beathed from Noddle down to toe. Bladud was now (Gramercy Pig) a delicate Vine boy, So whom he trudges to his Dad, to be his only Joy. And then he bilt this gaudy Town, and sheered his beard Spade-wayes, Which Voke accounted then a grace, though not so, now a days. Two Thousand and vive hundred years, and thirty vive to that, Zince Bladud's zwine did looze their grease, which we Moderns call Vat: About that time it was alzo, that Ahob's zuns were hanged, And Jezabel their Mam (curzed deel) caused Naboth be Stone-banged. Chee cud zay more, but I'm a veard, Voke will account this Vable, O Invidels if ye won not me, yet chee pray believe the Table. Miscenter Saeria Nugis.