A marvelous Medicine to cure a great pain,  
If a Maidenhead be lost to get it again.   
To a pleasant new tune.  
 

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 the nose in the wind,  
I smelled out a Medicine both precious and plain,  
How to help silly Maidens that had been somewhat kind  
to get by good order their Maidenhead again.   

First the Maid must be brought into a sleep,  
for three hours together before she awake,  
And seven days after this diet must keep,  
with these kind of compounds the which she must take,  
She must eat neither roast-meat, sod, neither bake,  
but all kind of dainties she must refrain,  
Save only this medicine, the which if she take,  
than it will restore her Maidenhead again.   

The first day give her the slime of an Gele,  
blown through a Bagpipe with the wind of a bladder,  
With two or three turnings of a spinning wheel,  
boiled in an Eggshell, and streind 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 restore her maidenhead again.   

The second day give her the peeping of a Mouse,  
with three drops of thunder that falls from the sky,  
And temper it with three leaps of a Louse,  
and put therein three skips of a Fly,  
With a gallon of water of 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 restore her maidenhead again.   

The third day give her the chattering of a Sparrow,  
roasted in a Mitten of vntaned Leather,  
Give it her with the rumbling of a wheelbarrow,  
and baste it with three yards of a black Swans feather,  
The juice of a Whetstone thereto put together,  
with the far of a Friar brought hither from Spain  
Let her lay all these in an ell of Louse leather,  
and lay warm to her belly to help 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 Stockfish tallow  
hard fried in the left horn of a Butcher's blue dog,  
With the gaggling of a Goose, & the frisks of a Frog  
the bill of a shovel, or a Humble-bées brain:  
Give her this fasting, with the grunting of a Hog,  
and it will restore her maidenhead again.   

The fifth day give her betwixt eight a clock and nine,  
some gruel of Grantum made for the nonce,  
The brains of a bird-bolt powdered very fine,  
and beat in a Mortar of Ginne-wrens bones,  
Boiled in a nutshell betwixt two millstones:  
with the guts of a Gudgeon before she be stain:  
Let her be sure to drink all this at once,  
and it will restore her maidenhead again.   

Now mark well the sixth day what must be her trade,  
she must have a Woodcock, a Snipe, or a Quail,  
Baked fine in an Oven before it be made,  
and mingle it with the blood of a Snail,  
With four or five Inches of a jacke-an apes fail:  
what though for a while it put her to pain,  
Yet let her take it without any fail,  
and it will restore her maidenhead again.   

The seventh day give her a pound of Maids moches,  
brayed in a basket of danger and blame,  
With conserves of Coleworts bound in a box,  
to comfort her stomach with the syrup of shame:  
Although she be passed all hope of good name,  
and unto her honesty a very great stain.  
Let her take it to remedy the same,  
and it will restore her maidenhead again.   

Lo these are our Medicines for Maidens each one,  
which in their Virginity amiss somewhat fell,  
Pray you if ever you hear them make moan,  
and gladly would know the place where I dwell,  
At the sign of the Whip and the Eggshell,  
near Pancake ally on Salisbury Plain,  
There shall they find remedy using this well  
or else never to recover their maidenhead again.    

Printed at London for H.G.