A Marvelous Medicine to cure a great Pain,  
if a maidenhead be lost to get it again.   
 

ONce busy in study betwixt night and day  
With choice of inventions I had in my mind,  
And many odd matters my mind did assay,  
But any to please me I could not well find,  
Then suddenly casting my nose in the wind,  
I smelled out a Medicine both precious and plain,  
Now to help silly maidens that have been somewhat kind  

To get by good order their Maiden head again.    

First the Maid must be brought into a sleep,  
For seven days together before she awake.  
And seven days after this diet must keep,  
with these kind of compounds the which she must take  
She must not eat neither roast meat Sod neither bake  
But all kind of daintyes she must refrain,  
Save only the Medicine which if she take.  

than it will restore, &c.    

The first day give her the slime of an Eale  
Blown through a bagpipe with the wind of a bladder  
With two or three turnings of a Spinning wheel,  
Boiled in an eggshell and strained through a Ladder,  
The Tongue of an urchin the sting of an Adder,  
Boiled in a blanket in a shower of Rain,  
With seven notes of music to make her the gladder  

And it will, &c.    

The second day give her the peeping of a Mouse,  
With the drops of Thunder that falls from the sky,  
And temper it with three leaps of a louse,  
And put thereon three skips of a fly.  
With a gallon of water from a widow's eye.  
That weeps for her husband when death hath him slain  
Let her take this Medicine and drink by and by,  

And it will &c.    

The third day give her the chattering of a Sparrow  
Roasted in a mitten of untaned Leather,  
Give it her with the rumbling of a wheel barrow,  
And baste it with three yards of black swan's Feather  
The juice of a whetstone therein put together,  
With a fart of a friar brought hither from Spain,  
Let her lay all this in an ell of louse Leather.  

And lay warm to her belly to cure her great pain.    

The fourth day give her the Song of a Swallow,  
Well tempered with marrow wrung out of a Log  
With three pound and better of stock fish Tallow,  
Hard tried in the left horn of a blue butcher's Dog.  
With the gagling of a Goose and three frisks of a frog  
The hill of a shovel and an humble bees brain,  
Give her this fasting with the grunting of a hog.  

And it will, &c.    

The fift day give her twixt eight and nine,  
Some gruel of grantham boiled for the nonce,  
The brains of a bird bolt powdered very fine,  
And beat in a mortar of Genny Rens bones.  
Boiled in a nutshell betwixt two millstones.  
With the guts of a gudgeon before she be slain,  
Let her be sure to take all this at once,  

And it will, &c.    

Now mark well the sixt day what must be her trade  
She must have a woodcock a ship or a quail,  
Baked fine in an Oven before it be made.  
And mingle it with the blood of a Snale.  
With four or five inches of a Jack a napes tail,  
What though for a while it put her to pain,  
Yet let her take this without any fall  

And it will. &c.    

The seventh day give her a pound of maids' mocks  
Brayed in a basket of danger and blame  
With conserves of colworts bound in a box.  
To comfort her stomach with syrup of shame  
Although she be past all hope of good name.  
And to her honesty a very great stain,  
Let her take this to remedy the same  

And it will, etc:    

Lo these are our Medicines for Maidens each one  
Which in their Virginity amiss somewhat fell:  
Pray if ever you hear them make moan  
And gladly would know the place where I dwell  
At the sign of the whip and Eggshell  
Near Pancake Alley on Salissbury plain  
There shall they find remedy using this well  

Or else ne'er recover their Maiden head aga●●.