Hymnus TABACI; A POEM In honour of TABACO. Heroically Composed BY RAPHAEL Thorius: Made English by PETER Hausted Mr of art's CAMB.  
LONDON, Printed by T. N. for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the Prince's Arms in St Paul's Churchyard, 1651.   

LUDOWIC à KINSCHOT, To the READER.  
IT is almost two years, (Courteous Reader) since this Elegant Poem of Tabaco, by some notwithstanding either through negligence or ignorance maimed and mangled, came to our hands. Which being approved by men of most learned judgements, I thought it was in no wise longer by me to be suppressed. But a perfect copy being hitherto wanting, I blushed not to require it of the Author; although at that time I was altogether unacquainted with him. Who, as he is most loving and courteous, soon subscribed to our petition. He therefore sent me a copy, partly more adorned, and partly more augmented: With which he also sent other companions full of wit and pleasantness. These were certain letters, which to set in place of a preface, will be neither strange from the argument of the book or our intention. For it is far from me to arrogate to myself the labours of another man. The Author therefore of this work is Raphael Thorius, who as he is a physician famous, if any at this day, so is he also no vulgar Poet. The Argument indeed seems light, but what is handled by such a physician, doth not only delight, but teach; unless any man will object against the Siphylide of Fracastorius, who by an argument almost infamous got to himself so great a name. Thou shalt here see the invention of Tabaco ascribed to Bacchus; how fitly, they cannot be ignorant, who as the Poet saith, Plerunque alternis admiscent pocula fumis.  
Be favourable therefore courteous Reader, to this work, and enjoy it, and when thou dost recreate thy mind with reading it, remember the common Verse,  Usus habet laudem, crimen abusus habet. 
LUD. à KINSCHOT.   

RAPHAEL THORIUS To LUDOWIC à KINSCHOT.  
FOr so great a benefit I give my utmost thanks most renowned Sir, not to you alone but to those great men also, Rutgersius, and Heinsius, by whose liberality and your own I have been so spendidly entertained: not as a stranger, but as the familiar Parish Priest, intending perhaps with my conceits to add unto your merriment. I never thought Apollo had bequeathed so good an omen to this little Poem, as to make it acceptable to such palates, or that indeed it would have become the age of sixteen years being rashly put forth, unwarily undertake, and without care composed. Notwithstanding since by its own good fate, it hath found such courteous entertainment; I will neither take from it the benefit of its own happy genius, nor deceive your expectation. But shall be rather liberal to those who are liberal, joining a younger brother to it, something better habited: Both I freely offer to the judgements both of yourself, and those before mentioned. Send it to the Press when you think best convenient: but being abroad, cherish it; be favouroble also to the father, and defend against the censure of severe Cato's, an old man playing among children. But that I have given to you what to other friends hath been denied, the place and persons are sufficient reasons: for here it is a crime to be a Poet, neither is he accounted wise that after the first appearance of his beard, sleeps in Parnassus: Otherwise is your opinion, to whom the Muses in grey hairs are acceptable, and who easily acquit Sophocles, his Tragedy being read, from the accusation of madness; Moreover, being in this kind of learning esteemed Princes, not undeservedly ye sustain the part of Judges, no man daring to contradict your sentence. And this doth also comfort me in throwing so hazardous a die, that what you have once approved, no man will venture to disprove. But to you, the best of men, I give many and particular thanks, that being in face unknown, you abounded in so much friendship toward me, that you thought me worthy of your love, and lastly have undertaken the care of this infant and helpless Poem: Which to requite, I can only subscribe to your requests and remain a willing observe of your commands. I send you therefore the first hymn corrected, to which, more furniture being added, I have joined the second. Although I had rather entitle them a book than a hymn: I should more carefully excuse the lightness of the subject, were not the argument suitable to my art: However it be, I never shall repent to appear upon the scene with such authorities. Your elegant Epigram I shall be glad to see in the front, to the ornament both of the Work and of the workman; who, in the threshold of our friendship, gives you his hand as the pledge of his eternal fidelity. Farewell.  
London, Febr. 18. 1625.   

Omnibus Paeti-Sugis.  
MOrbifugae vires plantae, miracula stirpis  
Caelitus ostensae, partes diducit in omnes  
Thorius, & primo fumos orditur ab ovo.  
Vos quibus ad Patum vigilanti stertere naso,  
Fumigerisque placet replere vaporibus auras,  
Ore favete omnes. Coelo delabitur alto  
Planta beata, udo non aspernanda cerebro;  
Scilicet in medijs habitat vis enthea fum●s,  
Et parvo ingentes clauduntur cortice vires.  
Ludicra narrantur; sed & haec quoque seria ducunt  
Veraque sub ficto latitat sapientia Paeto.  
LUD. à KINSCHOT.   

In Paetologiam Doctissimi Raph. Thorij D. M. Amici intimi.  

QVod jam summa procul villarum culmina fumant,  
Quod fumos bibit omnis ager, bibit omnis ab Aula  
Ad caulam fumosa domus, quod pascere fumos  
Fumosos equitum cum Dictatore magistros,  
Quod pueros fumare juvat, fumare puellas,  
Mollius indignor: quin tecum ignosco puellis  
Et pueris, aulis, caulis, equitumque Magistris.  
Prime pater Paeti, fumantum gloria, THORI,  
Non fumum ex fulgore, sed ex fumo dare lucem  
Sedule; Te praetore magis lippire decenter  
Quam lachrymâ ridente putant; jucunda cuique  
Te Medico tussis cui nec pituita molesta est,  
Creditur instanes membris emungere morbos.  
At mihi quod sacra latet in vertigine multo  
Praecipuum est; Hos te calices fecisse disertum:  
Haec aliquid certe fumo facundia debet.  
Faecundi calices, felix vertigo, saliva  
Nobilis, insignes lachrymae, gratissima tussis.  
Me quoque, si parcè videor laudare merentes  
Insolitas calicumque super praeconia laudes,  
Me quoque vicinis afflatum credit fumis,  
Et sicco titubare mero; brevis iste futurus  
Est furor: exierit sensim vesania primi  
Turbinis, aggrediar stabilis de nare tepenti  
Fundere cum fumis quae vor per saecula vectent  
Verba vetentque mori, nolint Jovis ira velignes.   

Profumi! sed & hic furor est; ignosci evobis,  
Fumosoque mihi: cessem fumare, tacebo  
Sobrius, & sapiam, labris is encomia, linguâ,  
Dentibus occludam: quid enim, si THORIUS unum  
Arguit ipse sui reliquum fecisse stuporem?    

IN EANDEM.  
CArmina sputantur fumi potoribus, audi  
Massiliae si quem fumea vina juvant,  
THORIUS exemplo docuit spumantia multum  
Pocula, fumantes omnia posse tubos.  
CONSTANTER.   

TABACO.  

BOOK I.  

OF harmelsse bowls I mean to sing the praise,  
And th'Herb which doth the poet's fancy raise;  
Aid me, O 
a I make bold to change the poet's Patron, & in stead of Sir W. Paddie, to entitle Phoebus to it:  Phoebus; Thee I do invoke.  
Fill me a Pipe (boy) of that lusty smoke,  
That I may drink the God into my brain,  
And so enabled, write a buskined strain,  
For nothing great or high can come from thence,  
Where that blessed Plant denies his influence.   

No Mortal had the honour to descry  
This noble Herb first, but a deity;  
'Twas found by Bacchus, when the God wound up  
To his true height, by his own charming Cup,  
Led th' Indians forth under the warlike 
b Thyrsus, or a spear wound about with Ivy was the Ensign of Bacchus, as the Club of Hercules, the Trident of Neptune, &c. And this may seem to be given to him Emblematically to show us, that Wine does secretly wounds, carrying a Cuspis, a sting, or sharp and pointed weapon hid under the Ivy leaves, the pleasure of drinking it and beholding it dancing and sparkling in the glass.  Spear,  
Whose glittering head an Ivy Twine did wear;  
And the all-Soveraign Weed being found out thus,  
Too late (alas) hath been made known to us.   

The twice-born Liber seeing that his Foes  
(Whom the parched desert Cliffs as yet enclose)  
Had furious war begun, with hot alarms,  
Doth call his Ivy-crowned troops to arms,  
And the swift Lynxes to be yoked, commands;  
The great Bassarides in ordered bands,  
March with their valiant Leader to the Field;  
And all his furious priest's obedience yield  
To his behests, and follow: nor yet will  

c The Foster Father to Bacchus, whom the Poets feign to be the Superintendent or governor of the Satyrs.  Silenus (though grown old) at home sit still.  
The Drugdges and the Carriages go next,  
And amongst them is led (" an ample Text,  
For Antiquaries to gloss on) the sage  
Silenus' saddle-ass, grown lame with age;  
The fearful Indians here and there do fly;  
And while they sought their flying enemy,  
The weary Troops having too long in vain  
Wandered about upon the sandy Plain,  
Grow faint, and their provisions all are spent,  
And Bacchus wants what he himself first lent  
Unto us Men, the liquour of the Vine.  
(" Pity that he who gave, should e'er lack Wine!)  
The 
d Silenus.  old man's Vessel too being quite drawn dry,  
Does in this Chariot overturned lie.  
The 
e Furious women, who served in the sacrifices of Bacchus; {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}, insanire.  maenads and Satyrs, and the rout  
Of untamed youth (impatient of the drought)  
Do wound the entrails of their Mother Earth,  
Longing to see some gentle spring gush forth.  
But all in vain, necessity makes them bold  
To taste the salt drink; their own bladder hold  
Unnatural draughts! but yet such is their woe,  
That those unnatural draughts do fail them too.  
So tyrantlike, Thirst in their bodies reigns,  
All moisture does forsake their dried veins.  
The sterner face of horror now controls  
The sinking Troops; Some breathe their toasted souls  
Out of their reeking jaws; others are found  
To own borrow supplies from their mutual wound;  
Who finding too those Fountains to grow dry,  
In a despair drink their last Cup and die.  
While thus the Army is about to fall,  
And general death is threatened over all,  

f The first finding of Tabaco.  A Courteous Vale, which not far off did die,  
Presents a fair hope to the fainting eye;  
An obscure Herbage shows a doubtful face,  
Confused made by distance of the place.  
At which the nimble-sighted Evius cried,  
O my companions, let's awhile abide:  
Why with disgrace should we forsake the Field?  
Yond neighbour-Vale will us wished succour yield.  
These words applied balsam to their sore,  
And made them close those veins they broached before.  
Which having done slow, yet laboured pace,  
(As weakness would permit) they reach the place.  
And being there, behold a Wood o'er spread  
With vast thick leaves, lifts up its brisking head,  
Offering his aid," a well-grown Plant, and tall,  
Which we of later times Tabaco call.   

Bacchus' o'erjoyed, salutes the powerful Weed,  
Hail thou that art our help in greatest need;   

I do acknowledge thee a gift Divine,  
And of near kindred to that 
* The Vine.  Tree of mine.  
More he had said, but that his followers deaf  
Unto such Courtship, pluck the longed-for leaf,  
Which they betwixt their green-di●d teeth do bite,  
And with if slake their barking appetite.  
Not so, Silenus: many years had made  
Him wiser far, to taste he is afraid:  
Not his own ill, the danger of his Mates  
Shall teach the virtue of their new-found Cates.  
Not is it long before th' event descries  
The uncouth power that in Tabaco lies;  
Through the whole Camp (a wondrous thing to tell,)  
Like drunken men, they vomited and fell.  
The Earth doth seem to glide in Circlewise,  
(" 
* Whose opinion is, that the Sun stands still, and the Earth (being one of the Planets) moves.  Copernicus' from hence learned his device,)  
And their sick brains believe the Heavens in love  
To meet the rising Earth, do downwards move.  
A most invincible desire of sleep  
Doth seize them all; the Goat-foot Satyrs keep  
Loud snortings on the Lands, and by their side  
The 
f The women-Priests of Bacchus spoken of before: so called from the mountain Mimas sacred to Bacchus; or (as others) from the Gr. word {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}, to imitate; because it was their use (carrying horns and spears wrapped about with Ivy in their hands) to imitate his expedition into India.  Mimallons (or female Priests) abide  
Locked up in Silence, (in a happy hour.  
" Most blessed Drug, hadst thou no other power?)   

But this not long: New life and Spirits apace  
Run back t'inform each member, and do chase  
Dull drowsiness from them; now again they rise,  
Their feet are firm, lightning comes from their eyes.   

With brawny arms they shake the leafy Spear,  
And with loud cries do wish the Foe were near.  
Silenus sees, and wonders to behold  
Th' enfeebled Host so suddenly grown bold;  
O my good Friends, he cries, we came not hither  
Without some God propitious to us; neither  
Let us forget still to confess the same,  
And sing just praises to great Bacchus' name.  
Nor let us be ashamed now to call  
Tabaco our Health, our Spirit, our Life, our All;  
Who but for that had fell, for aught we know,  
A sacrifice to the insulting Foe;  
The weak unto the powerful; and so we  
Had yielded them a bloodless victory:  
But let them now come on, and they shall find  
Our strength grown great, to that as great a mind.  
Yet let us careful be; though we have gained  
A Gift from heaven, it must not be profaned  
By blind and ignorant usage: for this know,  
If old Silenus any skill does owe  
To his grey hairs, some secret poison lies  
In the rare Plant, hid from our outward eyes.  
Trust not the green juice then unto your Maw,  
Eat not the Leaf, there's danger in it raw:  
Phoebus shall cook it for us, so we may  
Take wholesome draughts purged by his searching ray.  
For sure kind Nature, if we may be bold  
So far her Cabinet-Councels to unfold,  
Invented it a Banquet for the Brain,  
Not for the Belly. Let each lusty Swain  
Rub the dried herb then twixt his hands; which done  
And housed in Pipes, let us entreat the Sun  
To fire it for us, that the warm Cloud may  
(Being subtle grown, and apt to find the way)  
With the more ease the winding Stair obtain,  
Which leads unto the Chamber of the Brain.   

Silenus thus commanded, they obey;  
Part of the Satyrs without all delay  
Prepare the Canes, and some the Leaves do break  
Into a dust-like substance; others take  
The Pipes and fill them, nothing now but fire  
Is wanting to them; which they all desire.  
The old 
g Silenus.  Man from his Wallet draws a glass  
Which in old time the quaint invention was  
Of bold Prometheus, when (to get a name)  
He from heaven's Furnace stole th'eternal Flame.  
Lo, here is fire, he saith; that said, he lays  
Dried Leaves together; and that done, assays  
To catch the sunbeams; to those leaves applies  
His glass, which round does from the centre rise.  
The darted rays like to sword points, do wound  
The yielding fuel on the parched ground;  
Heat by degrees steals in, and lodges there,  
Whence Smoke is sent to tell that fire is near.   

The Satyrs all applaud him, and do bear  
Their 
* Silenus.  Master on their Shoulders, up they rear   

Their voices to the stars: but th'old Sire first  
Adventures with the Pipe to quench his thirst.  
From thence he gently sucks a precious Cloud,  
Which his wide nostrils vent again: aloud  
The Satyrs laugh; but he filled with delight  
To taste the sudden sweetness, finds new might  
Dispersed through his whole body, like as when  
Crowned Bowls do add quick Spirits unto men.  
Moisture returns into his mouth; no more  
Salt thirst or bitter hunger (as before)  
Afflicts him; only a short giddiness  
Makes his legs fail, and temperate sweat does dress  
His face in pearly drops: but yet not long,  
They vanish, he remains unhurt and strong.   

Under the Covert of the cooling shade,  
Which by the thick-leaved Indian plant was made,   

Silenus lays him down, and being there,  
Began to tell how Sciences first were  
Made known to Mortals; and most liberal  
Of the rich treasure of his mind, does fall  
To speak of nature's Secrets, and rare powers,  
So with sweet talk cheating the slow-paced hours.   

The youthful crew do imitate their sire,  
And their Tabaco in their Pipes they fire;   

But yet unskilled to nose it right, it rears  
A Coughing, not without some griefless tears.  
While merry thus they sport them on the grass,  
Behold, their Messengers, who long (Alas)  
Had been expected, do return, and bring  
Plenty of Wine and Victuals to their King  
And Camp, at which echoes of joy do tear  
With loud and pleasant notes the passive air.  
Their Pipes they tune to song, and high in mirth,  
Low they do bow their knees towards the Earth  
Unto the Men which did the Bottles bring;  
(Such petulant Sport through the whole Host did ring)  
Nor yet the old man's lame and crazy ass  
Being returned, can unsaluted pass.  
With junkets first, next they do cheer their Souls  
With lusty Wines, Checkering their Pipes & Bowls.  
All things are filled with smoke, songs, dances, cries;  
Till midnight pours sweet sleep into their eyes.   

The Morn no sooner with her rosy wing,  
Had fanned cool air upon them, but their King,   

The careful Bacchus, summons them to rise:  
The like does good Silenus, and applies  
Sage counsel to the Army, who the night  
Before had been steeped in soft delight.  
Enough, my friends, enough, y' have given the reign  
To Wine and Mirth, be now yourselves again;  
Call back your wonted Anger to your brow,  
And think of nought but Wars and Conquest now.  
Compose your Arms then to a present Fight,  
The Foe is near perhaps, though out of sight;  
In ordered ranks march on; but first take heed  
To store yourselves with our new precious Weed,  
Made ready for your Pipes, your Pipes made fit  
Unto your mouths, with fire to kindle it,  
And suddenly with this prodigious face  
Of smoke and horror, we the Foe shall chase.  
Be men, and doubt not but eternal Fame  
Shall Trumpet unto aftertimes, your name.   

This said, with nimble diligence they all  
Strive who shall first obey their general;   

Who by this time is in his Chariot, pressed  
For Action, eminent above the rest:  
And by his Chariot (slowly as he can)  
The unkembed ass carries the good 
h Silenus.  old man;  
For war unmeet, yet eloquent, and fit  
For sage advice, when dangers call for it.  
The numerous Host with equal wings does fly,  
And with stout spirits wish for th' Enemy,  
Who is at hand; for presently 
* The enemy.  he rears  
Over the neighbour Hill his growing Spears.  
The blood begins to boil in Bacchus' breast,  
Some shake their brazen Timbrels, and the rest  
Beat up their warlike Drums: but all combine  
To whet their resty anger with good Wine.  
Their ready Pipes are fired, and with their breath,  
They cast a mist before the face of death:  
Breathing out fire and smoke, they forward go  
In Enquipage to meet the coming Foe.  
A sudden fear and trembling does possess  
Th' affrighted 
* The enemies of Bacchus.  Indians, who suppose no less  
Than the dire sooty powers of Hell to be  
Marching against them; part of their Army flee,  
And wisely wary, fearing future harms,  
Trust rather to their Legs, then to their Arms:  
Some do for mercy crave, and without stroke,  
Submit their willing necks unto the yoke:  
But quickly (though too late) their eyes grow clear,  
To see their error and their panic fear.  
Ashamed to be deluded so, they cry,  
They blush and sigh for their lost liberty,   

But Bacchus cheers them, 〈◊〉 whom cannot Bacchus' cheer?  
So tempered with a sweetness he doth bear   

His awful Majesty, that they grow glad  
By such a band so to be vanquished;  
One day doth see, (" as they would mingle souls,)  
The Victors and the conquered mingling bowls  
Without all difference, as if equally  
They both had sacrificed to Victory.  
The Wine grows busy, and betwixt each Cup  
(" As in a Play twixt th' Acts) their Pipes strike up;  
They do admire their native Herb, but yet  
Grieve they no sooner knew the use of it.  
Thus they with Smoke their inward Cares do smother,  
And so by one Cloud do expel another.  
Thence was the famous Plant at first made known  
To men; and thus have I its Cradle shown.   

What virtues in the noble Weed do rest,  
What Constitutions it agrees with best,  
And what diseases it will cure, is now  
Thy Task, my Muse." Rub my contracted brow,  
And waken all the heat that's in my Brain,  
To add a Genius to another Strain.  
Tabaco King of Plants I well may call; 
Tabaco the Catholic medicine.    

Others have single virtues, this hath all.  
All Herbs to him do loyal homage yield,  
The vanqushed Hellebore leaves him the Field,  
The loos'ning Rhubarb too, and merry Vine,  
The Balsam good for wounds, the Beans for swine;  
Field pennyroyal which the mind does cheer,  
And Poppy, which a heavy head doth wear.  
O the great goodness of the Gods, who set  
So rich a gem in a small Cabinet!  
Whose seed, though small as dust or atoms light,  
Deceiving both the touch and nimble sight,  
Like a thick wood straight covers all the fields,  
And surest aid in doubtful sickness yields;  
Of which effects who seeks the cause to know,  
A labour difficult doth undergo:  
For whether a salt mixture do abound,  
This Plants admired substance to compound;  
Or whether nature grown more liberal,  
Her richest bounties on this Herb let fall:  
Or that each Countries various situation,  
The soil or seasons cause the alteration;  
Or that it have an inbred sympathy  
With young and aged tempers to agree,  
In nature's secret bosom lies concealed,  
Nor is by human studies yet revealed;  
Yet by examples, if we may advance  
so search the winding ways of ignorance:  
First, to dissolve the whole into like parts,  
Perhaps may give some light to furture Arts,  
Whereby at length the discontented mind,  
Of not the truth, Truth's image yet may find.   

What ever is in Nature which doth fall  
Under the power of Taste, men Salt do call;  
Which is twofold; or that which doth inhere  
In the corporeal Mass, and dwelleth there,  
From which not subtle Vulcan's loser flame,  
With all the art he hath, can woo the same,  
But couchant in the Ashes doth remain,  
From whence it doth the name of fixed gain; 
Fixed Salt.   
Or else that lighter fugitive, that flies  
With the kind Smoke up towards the airy Skies.  
(" With which we see in candles pointed flames,  
" On whited seilings drunkards write their names)  
To this our learnedest physicians give  
The name of Flying Salt, or Fugitive. 
Flying Salt.   
Nor must we forget how the teeming Earth,  
Pregnant with much salt mixture, giveth birth  
To her dear offspring, from whose womb is sent  
To every Plant his proper nutriment;  
(" The hand of Nature ordering things so well,)  
Hence have the fruits their taste, the flowers their Smell.  
In whose dark Caverns most confused lies  
The bitter Nitre imitating Ice;  
Fountains of Sulphur here a place does claim,  
There Brimstone, cousin Germance to the flame,  
With deadly arsenic, here quicksilver flows,  
Which is resolved with hurt of Head and Nose:  
Sharp Coppras, and these Elements among  
The biting alum that contracts the tongue;  
With many more, from whose large Fountains springs  
That great diversity of Taste in Things.   

If there be any now who fain would know  
To which of all these Tabaco doth owe  
its Birth and virtues, he with ease may see  
It from the 
a Tabaco. The Pedigree. I am conscious that Bitumen is not properly Brimstone, but a fat clay, clammy like pitch, of the nature of Brimstone: but because I know not in our English tongue one word which can fully & truly express it; therefore I am bold to borrow the name of one of his nearest kindred.  Brimstone draws his Pedigree.  
For who is he so blind, but well may gather,  
Seeing the child, who 'tis that is the Father?  
Both 
b The symptoms.  fat, both smelling strong, both do inherit  
An ambitious height fed by a nitrous spirit,  
Equally sharp, they both hold fast amain,  
Both loving fire," and are beloved again.  
Rubbed with thy hand," to recompense that toil,  
In gratitude it bribes thee with an oil:  

c The virtues.  Green Wounds it closeth with a safe delay,  
And from the ulcered, drives the filth away;  
A quick and vigorous Taste it doth beget,  
And in the mouth it leaves a lasting heat:  
So sovereign, if diffused, is the smell,  
It doth Contagion from bad airs expel.  
The heavy head it hath a power to rear,  
And with smart sneezings makes the nostrils clear.  
Once turned to airy vapour by the flame,  
Big with that active salt, whose pride does aim  
At heavenly Towers, it climbs the Capitol,  
Where like a goddess sits the human soul;  
There gives supplies to the exhausted brain,  
And makes the drowsy minds grow quick again.   

Thou glory of the Earth, a gift from Heaven,  
Most happy Plant, who were't not only given   

T' refresh the peasants limbs, whom toil and sweat  
Have weary made, or kill the love of meat;  
Nor yet t' infuse without the help of food  
Into decayed Nerves new strength, new blood;  
But hast a nobler office; thou art Eyes  
To the dark mind, a Lantern to the wise,  
When e'er a sudden night the brains possess  
By too much cockering of the Genius:  
Or when the tired understanding brings  
Forth only shadows of disjointed things,  
Unapt to frame Ideas that are clear,  
Or being framed, unapt to keep them there.  
For thou no sooner armed with light dost come,  
But (like a shining Taper into a room  
Obscure before) all things turn clear and bright;  
The black Clouds fly, and Cares that fast do bite;  
Th' inventing Power shines forth, & now descries  
The world's large fabric to the mental eyes.  
Th' eternal Species now do naked stand  
In comely order ranked by nature's hand,  
And all the notions of th' enlightened brain  
Do now return to their true shapes again.   

How often have I seen (a mighty throng  
Of greedy ears hanging upon his tongue)  
A learned orator trembling for fear,  
Confound his Heads, unable quite to bear  
His studied Method out—  
When at the last (amazement so prevailed)  
That words and matter have together failed!   

Who hath no sooner sacrificed unto  
His pettish Memory a grain or two  
Of th' generous Plant, but he could straightways find  
All his lost Figures in his scattered mind;  
His runagate words too which were lately fled,  
And hid in some dark corner of his head,  
He apprehendeth now, (" as if a Torch  
Were lighted up in favour of his search,)  
And to the wondering people does dispense,  
The ample Treasures of his Eloquence;   

Moreover if two 
i Disputants.  warriors shall join fight,  
Trained up i'th' Camp of the old 
k Aristotle.  Stagirite,  
Whom a desire to know, or love of praise  
Hath urged on a mortal war to raise,  
Who with all spleen an angry soul affords  
Against each other draw their Bilbo words;  
Striving by weight of reason t'overthrow,  
Or subtle windings to entrap the Foe.  
Encompassed they are with youthful bands,  
'mongst whom the judge of the fair quarrel stands,  
Applauding all their equal nerves of wit,  
And by applauding, adding strength to it;  
Till at the last their strength doth fade away,  
(" As what human force but will at length decay?)  
In which decay of soul, let one of them  
But take a single whiff o' th' sacred fume,  
And ye shall straight discover a new birth  
Of Spirits, (as when Antaeus touched the Earth  
His Mother, and from thence did stronger rise  
Giving new battle to his 
l In uno Hercule plures hosts sentit An●aeus.  Enemies.)  
The wayward Faster vanquished doth lie,  
And 'tis the Drinker's crowned with victory.  
But if they both shall it convenient hold  
To fetch new weapons, or to whet the old,  
At this true Vulcan's Forge, with wonder than  
Ye shall behold those two recovered men,  
Draw out a cruel bloody war in length,  
Maintained by equal Nerves, by equal strength;  
Nor will they part until the far-spent night  
And weary Judge cuts off the tedious fight.   

So at the Trojan war fame tells of old,  
How that heroic pair of 
m Podalyrius and Machaon, two excellent physicians and Surgeons, the sons of Aesculapius, who were both present at the Trojan war, and maintained a fierce Disputation concerning the nature of Simples.  Brethren bold,   

Betwixt themselves a friendly strife did raise,  
'Cause one of them the Indian Plant did praise;  
The Elder damned it, yet dissemblingly,  
Loving indeed what he did seem to fly:  
Hot darts the younger at his brother aimed,  
And for the Herb a solemn war proclaimed.  
But e'er the Trumpets sounded to the fight,  
Our warriors both take care their Pipes to light;  
Eager upon't, each other they provoke,  
And fire their Wits with the most precious smoke,  
Loading the Empty Quivers of their mind  
With headed arrows, which they (most unkind)  
Mutually shoot; their nimble tougue's the Bow,  
Their Breasts the butts at which their shafts do go;  
Many are sent, many retorted be  
Upon the spenders head as cruelly.  
Nor are there any pawses in the Field,  
But what the draughts of the sweet Fume do yield,  
From whose warm aid repaired strength did grow,  
And eager fury which should overthrow.  
Until their rage increasing with their might,  
The sentence of the 
n Agamenon, who procured and fomented the disputation betwixt the two brethren.  King, who took delight  
To see such pretty and unheard of play,  
Commands a period to the doubtful fray.  
Thus fell the Herb, and stood by his own power,  
And wars there be about it at this hour;   

Nought being so certain, but a present wit  
And grace of speech will doubtful render it.  
— But I have lost myself, and am at gaze,   

Wand'ring too far in th' academic 
o Lycaeum was Aristotle's School at Athens, also the intricate and winding Groves and pleasant walks about it.  maze.  
An other web I have to weave," I will  
Retire awhile, and sharpen my blunt Quill.  
The Birth and Composition I have shown  
O' th' wholesome Herb, in a verse which I dare own:  
To whom the Plant does show a smiling brow,  
On whom it frowns: to which diseases, now,  
It doth profess itself an enemy,  
To which a Friend, shall my next labour be;   

As soon as some Tabaco I have ta'en,  
impoverished the Pipe, t' enrich my brain.   
The End of the First BOOK.   

TABACO.  
Book II.  

Remove the Candle and the Pipes; (ho there!)  
We've ta'en a large draught of the fired air:  
While our inventions haste, and there remain  
Perfect Ideas in our hight'ned brain;  
Let us make good the words which we have spoke,  
We scorn to feed the world with nought but smoke;  
Dulness will seize us, and gray-hairs (a thing  
Beardless Apollo cannot brook) will bring  
Mandates for a divorce twixt us and thee,  
Cirrha, 
q A Town in the little Country of Phocis in Greece, where Apollo was most religiously worshipped: Or otherwise one of the tops of the mountain Parnassus, the other being called Nissa.  thy Temple and our piety.   

Say Muses how the Indians conquered were  
What Trophaees great god Bacchus raised there,   

How that fierce nation was with pleasing awe  
softened to th' observation of his Law,  
How he their bloody banquets changed, and made  
Of the destroying sword a saving spade;  
And with what ease (as one who plays) the 
r Silenus.  old  
Man did the virtues of 
s Tabaco  that leaf unfold.   

Perchance the north-commanding King, who led  

t The Muses.  You through the calm Sea from the cloven head  
Of Mount Parnassus to his guilded hall,  
This your discourse unto his ear may call,  
Who though on its natural sent he no price sets,  
Yet if perfumed with your violets,  
And odoriferous breath (as sweet as those)  
Amongst his pillows it may find repose.   

The conqueror once planted in his throne,  
Did not with bloody weapons prey upon   

Their lives or goods, nor did he go about  
To make strange lords driving the natives out:  
Nor like a Tyrant sought with violence  
To force his trembling Subjects to obedience;  
Experience having tutored him that where  
Fear is thick sown, nothing is reaped but fear.  
With smiling brow and gentle compellation  
He crept into the favour of the Nation,  
Whose easy love did their hard hearts incline  
To capability of discipline;  
And with its powerful rhetoric provoke  
The churlish soil to undergo the yoke.   

The Land had ill report for Beasts which there  
Inhabited, the spotted Linx," the Bear,   

Wolves, Tigers, swift-foot Lybards, and the stout  
Lions (" as Captains) mingled with the rout,  
There all unpunished in ambush lay  
For lives of beasts and men which were their prey;  
Nor had they care those enemies to destroy;  
In mutual slaughter was their only joy;  
Their great delight it was, their chiefest good  
To spoil the neighbouring field with fire & blood;  
And having slain, inhumanly t'oppose  
Upon their reeking table their boiled foes:  
The gentle Victor 
* Bacchus.  hated much to be  
A partner in their savage gluttony,  
Who in their thirst of blood did not surceafe  
To sprinkle on them a desire of peace.  
Their King he longed to see, and those vast parts,  
And into their gross minds t' instil the Arts.  
Out of his many such as he knew to be  
Of civil garb smoothed by urbanity,  
A few he did select, (these liberty,  
The larger use of Wine and Venery  
Had feeble made, until th' heroic air  
O' th' noble plant, and business did repair  
Their near exhausted nature, and restore  
Them to that strength which they had lost before)  
Balanus and Amphoria he did call,  
Merry Neander too, good fellows all;  
To these the one-eyed Pelias he thought fit  
To join, and Idmon famous for his wit,  
" Nimble to break a jest in verse or prose,  
But laughed at for the blue bunch on his nose;  
The mumping Trullus too, who always feared  
He should be mocked for having of no beard:  
Close at their backs creeps Aper, who of late  
A jolly drinker was, but wayward fate  
(" Knowing his belly t' have no need of ears)  
Had robbed him of his hearing, who now bears  
A presence not so welcome as before;  
Ill chance into 
u The Brain.  Mirth's palace barred the 
w The Ear.  door,  
Commanded to retire he was, but he  
(Poor soul) was deaf to leave good company.   

The petty King 
x From {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Blood: A King amongst the cannibals.  Haematoes, than whom  
None crueler to bring the captives home,   

And being there, devour them, proved to have  
His Empire not far off, whom a large Cave  
Shut up from sight of Sun: there ye might see  
Shambles of human flesh (o cruelty!)  
Bodies of young and old men there did lie  
Pined up in Coops, fatted with Paste to die  
By th' butcher's hand. Hither with dogs and darts,  
With wide-mashed Nets and all their hunting arts,  
With merry Cornet, and the horns shrill sound  
Mixed with the filling cries o'the deep-mouth hound;  
The Troup turns in. Here doth the Tyrant dwell,  
(Just such a Palace hath the god of Hell)  
The Caves large mouth gaped wide about the door,  
(" A fearful sight!) men's bones did pave the floor,  
The Turrets of the same with horrid looks  
Showed like a garden set with artichokes  
When their rough heads into long scales are grown,  
And their proud tops are almost Thistle-down.   

It fortuned here to be a feast that day,  
And their fat things unto the fire they lay;  
The noise without did summon from his cave  
The King, on whose head a green plume did wave:  
He stares a while, than flies into his den,  
So does a second, so a third again,  
Forgetting all (such was their sudden fear)  
To bar the gate and keep the strangers there:  
In this amazement Idmon first did enter  
The unknown passage (famous for that venture)  
Led by a quick-nosed dog; then followed  
The youthful crew groping as they were led;  
For there no windows were, nor any light,  
Only a little glimmering struck down right  
From the Grotts mouth, which with a doubtful ray  
Seemed as they passed to stammer out the way;  
Silenus in the midst does nothing fear,  
But Bacchus thought him safest in the rear:  
At length they come drawn by the stink of meat  
Nastily dressed, into a hall replete  
With steam and noise, where the most horrid face  
Of a cruel Kitchen that e'er eye did trace  
Struck the first Ent'rers dumb; full Caldrons here  
Of reeking heads played o'er the fire, and there  
Fastened to dogtree spits shoulders and thighs  
Of men dropped into dishes; (" drop mine eyes)  
And the preparers of this goodly feast  
Were Women-Cookes girded about the wast:  
Hard by in francs (like fatted boars) there lay  
(Reserved as dainties for the next feast day)  
The bodies of ten men; these passed by  
Not without tears, god Bacchus on doth high  
To seek Haematoës', whom the trusty nose  
Of the fierce Mastie does at length disclose  
Lurking in a dark hole, whom (being found)  
He thus accosts, low lowting on the ground;  
Rise O thou, wretch, and learn to look on men;  
Harmless we come, nor mind to pay again  
Thy slaughters void of all humanity,  
With the just slaughter both of thine and thee;  
We do forgive, to pity we incline;  
Our manners are not steeped in blood, but wine.   

Yet if in blood ye take so great delight,  
And have so burning a desire to fight;   

Make war with beasts, from th' herds the Lions drive,  
But spare your Neighbour-men, keep them alive:  
Into your bellies cram not such odious meats,  
Nor with such 
y The bones of the Slain.  filthy Trophies deck your gates:  
Wolves do not know such rage; tigers invade  
Not tigers, nor yet is th' Lion made  
A feast to th' angry Lion; take away  
This most inhuman Diet then, and lay  
These sadder relics of your Tyranny  
Low under earth forgotten; happily  
We shall find honester dishes: " And your Feast,  
" By our new Cates shall not be spoilt, but graced.   


* Haematöes.  He nothing clear did answer, through his throat  
Was only sent an obscure grunting note;   

And with a look worthy his speech, he' Obeyed  
The 
† Bacchus.  Monitor unwillingly, and laid  
Commands upon his trembling Clients," who  
Prepared to act what he did bid them do.   

The cursed meat gave place, and in its room  
On cleanly Spits Pleasanter viands come;  
Shoulders of Staggs, and sows, the fearful Hare,  
The Duck and Mallard, and what else their care,  
And hunter's labour did provide—  
The ground's their their table, (time will not allow  
Them to provide them better tables now)  
Bacchus sat first, Silenus' next, the third  
Haematöes; which done, the humble board  
Without all order was encompassed round  
By the lords of Bacchus Court; then on the ground  
In jolly Knots the common soldiers sat,  
Each with a painted Target on his back.  
" The Courtly Liber gently his hands does wring,  
" And with soft words thus strokes the 
* Haematöes.  barbarous King.  
The Fates be kind unto us, never may  
We have a just case to repent this day  
The joining of our hands, but happy be  
These fair beginnings of our amity.  
Banish (my Friends) these unclean rites, and live  
The life of men," merit the name I give:  
And thou my brother, King, forgive I pray  
Our ruder entrance" and our longer stay,  
Condemn not our free language, which shall prove  
Signs to confirm, and bonds to tie our love:  
This entertainment may hereafter be  
A benefit to your posterity;  
Nor shall your youth repent they heard us tell  
(The best of human things) how to live well.  
Be this thy pledge, than which no holier thing  
Is in thy vows; thus spoke the God and King.  
This said, a bowl of liquour straight he drunk,  
Which flowed but lately from a tall tree trunk  
That stood hard by in leather bags. The 
* Haematöes.  beast  
Next took the bowl," which quakes to be embraced  
By such a hand, and though unknown till then,  
Belching the clotted blood of wretched men,  
The Nectar forceth down, (" O cruel doom  
" So good a Guest should have so bad a room!)  
" The noble liquour hating such disgrace  
" Made offer to return and quit the place,  
" But he not willing to it, sends forth raw  
" And filthy belches from his stinking maw;  
At which laughed Pelias, Idmon held his nose,  
But Liber beckoned to them to compose  
Themselves, and with words fitted to that end,  
Settled the wavering Countenance of his 
* Haemat.  Friend.   

You' have played the man, he cries, but pray you show  
Whether the liquor pleaseth you or no.   

With that his front and eyebrows being drawn  
To th' crown of 's head, thus the great Beast did yawn;  
Believe me (stranger-guest) the sort of blood  
From whatsoever Throat it flowed, is good:  
Not better comes from ha' beardless youth then this;  
I do not fear to drink the second dish  
If any proves so kind to fill it me.   

Bacchus replied, it shall be given thee;  
But yet take heed, alas thou canst not tell   

(Good man) what danger in this blood doth dwell.  
To add bowls to Bowles is an unseemly thing,  
And hurtful too, by thine own harm (O King)  
I willingly will not permit thee know;  
Better thy' experience to another owe.   

But 'tis to me a miracle to see  
How of your homebred riches ye should be   

So ignorant! this pleasing liquor which  
Your duller palate doth so much bewitch,  
The tribute is but of an obvious Tree,  
Which by small pains, less cost obtained may be;  
Whose willing branches ever open stand  
Ready t'embrace the knife and wounding hand,  
Pouring forth rivers that do know no ending,  
Eternal streams from living fountains sending.  
Be ruled, and let the Earth's good bounty then  
Obtain its lawful use; why (" being men)  
Should ye account it a brave thing to owe  
Your fat to human veins? and lurking low  
In th'earth's close womb, like Serpents, removed quite  
From Men and Sun, t'extinguish nature's light?  
Ye have the Shape of Men, the Breasts, nor are  
Courage and Strength wanting in you for war;  
So many good things then why will ye have  
To lie entombed in a lazy Grave?   

Your manly Character is loss, and though  
Your food be blood, your colour is not so:   

But a blue paleness on your swollen face sits,  
And your retired eyes are two deep pits.  
No difference is betwixt your Cheeks and Nose;  
Your Face a Bladder seem; s, Scurf only grows,  
Not Hair upon your Temples; your lips swell  
With Putrefaction; your loose Teeth distil  
Black blood, and not without great pains ye draw  
Your often stopped breath—  
Your Nerves have not the power (though you the will)  
To thrust your Ribs out when your Lungs do fill.  
Your weakness by short pantings is bewrayed  
As on your Breast there were a Mountain laid;  
Slow is your pace, your knees each other beat,  
And no desire ye have of wholesome meat;  
It is your chief delight, your greatest praise,  
On the dull ground to slumber out your days.  
Which Plagues by this dark irksome Cave are bred,  
(Through which nor winds nor Sun e'er travailed,)  
Helped by your noisome Fare; or rather sent  
By th' angry Gods unto your punishment;  
But for your Barbarism you dearly pay,  
Your foul draughts now returning the same way.  
They entered through your mouths, as if the would  
Admonish you at length to know your good.  
But oh (such stupidness doth you possess!)  
Your harm ye know not, you own good much less.  
Saw ye that jolly smoke, which now arose  
(As through a Chimney) from the old 
* Silenus  man's nose?  
That smoke but now was dust, and it is scant  
A brace of days since that dust was a Plant,  
On which a neighbour 
† Tabaca, an Island in the Indies from whence the Herb had its name.  Island of small fame  
Once hath bestowed an honourable name.  
The end of all your mischiefs hope from hence.   

You gray-haired sire, who can with ease dispense  
The Secrets of Dame Nature; tell I pray   

The virtue of the remedy, and the way  
It cures; be sudden and defer not then  
To breathe wished health upon these wretched men.  
Silenus' laid his Pipe from out his hand,  
And said, great things they are which you command:  
Yet if you think these ears to which I speak  
Worthy of such great mysteries to partake,  
I will begin. But first let liberty  
Unto those poor sick men be given, whom I  
Beheld not long ago with fetters bound,  
In nasty straw lying upon the ground.   

Haematoës' nodded a consent, their bands  
Are loosed, which done, creeping on both their hands,  
Bearing the sad marks of their foul disgrace  
Each in his sullied and unmanlike face,  
Afraid of light like beasts from out a stall,  
Trembling, they're led into the merry Hall.   

Th' old Father could not hold his tears, yet said,  
O my companions live, be not dismayed;  
A better fortune waits ye: (" Than descries  
The Pipe) here, saith he, your recovery lies,  
Only be willing to be cured: First, than  
(" Pointing to one) thou poor and weak 
* One of those who by the Cannibals were reserved for the next Feast.  old man,  
Whose veins salt Rhewm does fill in stead of blood;  
Whose feeble legs though they have long withstood  
And wrestled with the Gout, do falter now;  
Whose blear-eyes run, and narrower do grow:  
Thou shalt be blind, despise my aid; embrace  
My Art, thou shalt see clear as th' eagle's race.  
That said, a Cloud of smoke the forthwith blows  
Into his greasy Cap, and clapping close  
The limber brims unto his head, shuts in  
The old man's face (" as in a bag t''ve been.)  
The biting Smoke into his eyes did go,  
And caused a shower of tears from thence to flow.  
All things about him plainer far appeared,  
And light comes in, his Window's being cleared:  
And now with ease he able is to say,  
How many Carbuncles themselves display  
Upon his 
* Silenus  Master's rough and cragged nose,  
Who in examination farther goes  
Asking him what they were, how great their number;  
He shows his fingers and replies with wonder,  
So many Strawberries I there do see,  
And such as in our woods are wont to be.  
The old Blade shook his sides, his fellows too  
Laughed out aloud," they could none other do.  
Worthy t'have joints without one gouty knot,  
Silenus cries, come suck, but fail you not  
To close your lips, and open your nostrils wide,  
That easily the smoke from thence may glide  
As from a pair of Tunnels: he did so.  
The Cave turns round, and the man sick does grow;  
He feels a tempest in his belly grumbling,  
And the raw morsels up and down are tumbling  
In his disordered stomach, till at last  
They find the way, and up he doth them cast.  
Behold your Gouts destruction, he cried,  
Thus is the humour at the Fountain dried.  
Twice shalt thou do this, (" in its proper place)  
When th' Moon 
a At the Change and Full.  lies hid, or shines with biggest face;  
(Like a full Tide, for then the moisture 
b In men's bodies.  springs,)  
After a dinner of fat Chitterlings.  
The Cisterns purged thus, the dregs being gone,  
The nourishment will then much purer run,  
Flattering the joints as it does pass, and free  
From all Malignant relics will it be;  
Nor the distorted sinews be grown o'er  
With Chaulkie hardness as they were before:  
Then shall thy feet be nimble as thy mind,  
T' outdance the Satyrs, and outrun the wind.  
Yet if there should some footsteps still remain  
Of the salt Rhewm, fly to thy Pipe again,  
'Twill vanish straight, and thou possess from thence  
A far more active and an able Sense.   

Nor does this sovereign medicine assuage  
The Gouts sad torment, but the colics rage;  
It cures the fearful 
c The stopping of the small guts, suffering nothing to pass downwards, by reason of which is caused a great griping in that plaee; and also a filthy stink sent up by the throat, making one to smell alike at both ends. This Disease is called in Latin Volvulus, from Volvo, to wrap about or intwine, quia pluribus orbibus & anfractibus involutum est. From whence the Greeks call it {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} from {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}, ver●ere or volvere, which indeed gives the name of Ilia to the small guts; although some would have the name of this disease to come from {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}, misericordia, quia doler miserandus est; for a miserable disease it is indeed.  stopping of the guts,  
Which twixt the Throat & Seat no difference puts;  
The swelling of the head it drives away,  
And bribes the 
d A whistling or singing in the Head.  Ears musicians not to play.  
Thus it will do, where it a Lover finds  
That constant is, nor (like a Coward) minds  
The rival Chidings of his wife, when she  
'Gainst th' harmless smoke venteth her Cruelty,  
Because (" forsooth) their kissing it does sour,  
And with forced rhewm spatters her clean-rubed floor.  
There was a man, as ancient stories tell,  
That on the sea's unwholesome shore did dwell;  
The noisome shore abounded with diseases,  
'Mong which they say thus one the body seizes:  
First, a fierce pain the belly seems to bore,  
But as its violence increaseth more,  
The members all are stretced as with a rope,  
Nor any strength remains, nor any hope.  
Thus he afflicted, Phoebus did implore,  
And Phoebus soon with medicines doth him store;  
But his endeavours all were vanity,  
Till better fortune gave this remedy;  
Tabaco freeing him from pains and fears,  
Hence he adored heaven's gift, and many years  
In health from former evils did obtain,  
Nor was he more vexed with this vanquished pain.  
Nor will it suffer that fierce 
e The toothache.  Friend of Hell  
Which in a hollow tooth doth love to dwell,  
T'inhabit there, but conjures him from thence:  
For when the Humour once is felt to pinch  
The roots o' th' Teeth, and a swollen Cheek forth puts,  
(Such as an Ape shows when he cracketh nuts;)  
Mouth but the smoke awhile, and thou shalt see  
Both pain and swelling banished will be.  
Many griefs else which an ill air hath bred,  
Here have their cure, thus are they vanquished.  
The drilling 
f A flux of Rhewm.  showers which from the 
g The Brain.  Roofs arched top,  
Do on the tender 
h The Lungs.  Bellows daily drop,  
Hindering the blasts which keep the flame alive,  
And thickened in the middle Region, strive  
To hang like 
i phlegm.  Clouds, stopping the door o' th'voice,  
Light as gnawn Parchment, are in a small trice  
(" Taking the powerful smoke) brought forth," and there  
" No burr remains, but straightway all is clear.  
Why should I tell ye of the Mumps? or be  
Troubled to name the Rope invisible?  
The vertiginous disease," that sudden Devil,  
" Sometimes a prologue to the Falling evil?  
Or the 
k The word is Hellucus, which is nothing else but Gravitas capitis vino create; and some would derive it from the word {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}. Hesterno enim vino languentem {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} vocant Graeci,  wine-sickness," when the wit's i'th'Suds?  
Or 
l It is in the Latin Clangosas nares, which word is referred unto the voice quando gravi tono incepta in acutum desinit; piping noses, or noses sounding like a trumpet: but I hope I have no whit injured my author by rendering the word in a nearer cause.  dropping Noses shortly threatening floods?  
All these are cured by smoke, if it be tried  
When the disease is ripe, and then applied.  
Nor do there want whose Youth and sinful Arts  
Have drawn diseases on their hidden parts;  
Whether the Channels of the urine be  
corroded by a nitrous spurcity,  
Or bounteous Nature freely doth bestow  
Her broken meat; keeps open House below:  
Let such men too from hence expect their cure;  
Nor let them fear who do the Stone endure,  
From whom the Pot such horrid cries doth hear,  
" That it doth wish it had not that one ear;  
Who 
m At the Chamber-pot.  there screw faces, and such looks express,  
As does Prometheus on Mount Caucasus.  
I do not play the Poet now, nor fain  
Dreams of Parnassus, but my words are plain:  
Known things I speak, and such as heretofore  
myself have felt, ere I began t' implore  
Tabaco's aid, e'er, at my greatest need,  
I found the virtues of th'admired weed.  
For (I'll confess) my better days worn out  
With the high-feeding Bacchus, and the rout  
Of drinking Satyrs did my old vessel fill  
With Leaks, and made it subject to that ill,  
To know which pleasure is, to cure is more  
And greater profit. what I heretofore  
Did in myself not without pain endure,  
In others now shall be my joy to cure.   

But seeing there an equal care should be  
T' expel diseases, and to keep us free;  
Listen all ye who do desire to know,  
Being once well, how to preserve ye so.   

Some do by nature (as a poison) hate  
Tabaco, some most foolishly do prate  
Against it, cause they of the former days  
Lived long and sound without it. Let both these  
Abstain, for 'tis not comely, or to fight  
'Gainst prudent Nature, or t'infuse a right  
Mind into him who (stubborn) does despise  
His Ancestors, being Fools to grow more wise.   

He who does love it, let him know his why,  
Not like an imitating Ape let fly  
At all, without or council, or end known,  
adventuring upon actions not his own.  
A Generation there be again,  
Who drink it that they may seem Gentlemen,  
And show their breeding only, who ne'er think  
Whether the things be good or bad, they drink.  
It is rustic shamefacedness, and can  
Never show comely in a well-bred man.   

" So have I seen, at Christmas, when my Lord  
" Hath set a Clownish Tenant at his board,  
" Th' amazed wretch takes all that's carved him, why?  
" Because he wanted wit how to deny.  
Tabaco is not an indifferent thing,  
But to the Drinker good or bad does bring:  
First, try thy body then, and learn to know  
Whether thy chimney carry smoke or no.   

Hast thou a great 
n Who may take Tabaco.  round head? a Front that stands  
Like a fair Foreland? brawny arms and hands?  
Large Shoulders, a broad breast, fat Flesh, a Tongue  
That's ever moist? take it, and fear no wrong.  
But let 
o Who not.  lean men forbear, whose Necks are hard,  
Their Foreheads narrow, small their head, their lard  
And puddings pinching, cheeks that up do rear  
Their fleshless bones, and nostrils that are clear.  
For as the force of 
p Lean men have but few spirits, which Tabaco overcomes.  spirits to their brain  
Comes in but in thin Troops and weak: so again,  
When th' smoke appears, they all away do run  
As mists are frighted with the winter's Sun.  
Nor set the 
q Tabaco not good for such as have sudden flushings, inveterate coughs, and short breath, which are symptoms of Consumptions and feverish distempers.  ruddy man on whose cheek glows  
A flushing that does imitate the Roses  
Whose breath draws thick, and whose coughs frequent are,  
Once touch the Pipe, but utterly forswear  
Both in and all good fellowship, for fear  
He buys his pleasure at a rate too dean:  
For he a fire already kindled has  
Within his Lungs, and cherisheth (alas)  
A fever in his heart," his own decay,  
And in a lingering flame doth melt away.  
But if to smoke thy love be grown so great,  
That not thy solemn'st vows can conquer it,  
But reason must yield unto blind desire,  
Take then the 
r For such men Coltsfoot better.  Coltsfoot, for his temperate fire  
Warms but in flames not, whose light brushing air  
Cleanseth the inward ulcers, and makes fair  
The 
s In what cases Tabaco is to be refused.  cabin of the breast. Once, if thou hast  
Some hidden cause which makes thy body wast,  
Or if a general distemper dwells  
In every ill-affected part, or else  
An active fever in thy blood be found,  
Or thou endur'st the raging of a wound,  
Eschew that siren-weed Tabaco then,  
Which pleasing kills,' appear to be a man.  
Hard though it be, yet from the flatterer run,  
And do not feed thine own destruction.   

Besides all this, sometimes it fortunes so,  
That streams of blood upwards & downwards flow  
In plenteous manner, which a death portends,  
Nature having given the reins unto both ends.  
In such a case what ever happen may,  
Then from the 
t Tabaco.  deadly bowls fly, fly away.  
For thence the current of thy blood does swell,  
Thy fits of vomiting do grow more fell,  
Till at the last (" to make an end of woe,)  
Thy Life and Lease will out together go.   

But I am here arrested, and bid stand  
By a Writ of Reason, seeming with one hand  
To pluck down what I with the other built,  
And thus I am accused of the guilt.   


u Objection.  If from Tabaco heavy sleep be sent,  
And sleep a chain to bind the excrement,  
Unjustly then is that condemned to be  
Hurtful, which merits praise, not obloquy.  

w Answer.  Know then that in the Indian Herb doth lie  
A double power, a diverse quality.  
The Salt on one hand spurs slow Nature on,  
And like a furious rider makes her run:  
The sleep-creating clouds, and sulphurous smother  
Useth the reins, and stops her on the other.  
But as the lusty and untamed Steed  
When on the small guts he is made to bleed,  
Flies out enraged, and scorneth (" as before)  
To obey the ruling Bridle any more:  
So is it here, when the retentive force  
Begins to fail, (" as 'tis with that wild horse)  
Every light touch disorders Nature quite,  
And makes her forward rush with all her might;  
Nor is it easy when she's at the top  
Of all her speed, quickly to take her up:  
" Thus it appears if rightly understood,  
" The 
x The ‛ Sal volatilis, or the Flying Salt, which is in Tabaco, pricking Nature forward to the avoiding of excrements.  spur more harm does, than the 
y The sulphurous quality in Tabaco, which courts Nature to sleep and by consequence restrains the excrements.  bridle good.  
So much it doth conduce to th' good of men  
T' observe the nature, manner, and the when;  
With the just measure and the weight of things,  
So bodies gather strength, so virtue springs;  
Both by too much, or by too little fall.  
What better thing than Wine? yet not to all,  
Nor at all hours must it be given; For than  
'Twould hurtful prove; there is a season when  
'Tis certain death to drink it, and again  
It maketh mad, there is a season when.  
Sometime too large a draught doth take away  
The reason quite for a whole night and day;  
When if the surfeit loseth not his tie,  
The Drunkard dies, or at least seems to die.   

Near is our Pattern: blithe Adonis (late)  
While he thy Bacchanals did celebrate   

(O King Lenaeus) steeped in wine and sleep,  
The rest of thy Feast under Earth did keep.  
Buried alive, supposed dead he was,  
But the next day digged up again (alas!)  
Manifest signs of returned life were read  
In'his bloody hands and in his broken head,  
With knee and elbow he bade fought 'gainst death,  
And in the narrow Coffin lost his breath.   

This can be said 'gainst Wine: but against us  
And our 
z By Tabaco.  Art of healing, what so barbarous  
Can be objected by an adversary?  
Who by Tabaco hath been known to die?  
Or from what man hath it his reason stole?  
In great Feasts rather when the spacious bowl  
Keeps ordered rounds; if there be any known  
So desperate that he will with loss of 's own  
Take others healths, and (superstitious) think  
T' observe the mad Laws made by'th' State of drink;  
That nor his reason nor his feet decline,  
Give him the Pipe, with the hot fuming wine;  
Let him he medicinal vapour interpose,  
And with the smoke damask his wrinkled nose:  
With an unblemished face he then shall rise,  
And with a well-framed speech he shall seem wise;  
When the rude multitude who ignorant be  
Of the sovereign Herb, or else incapable,  
Shall carrying Torches in their Nose appear,  
‛ Yet stumble too with all the light they bear.  
For even thy 
a The hot fume sent from wine.  fire (Twice-born) by th' smoke is stayed,  
Thy active rage is by the fume allayed.  
(Nor let that envy move that praiseth thee)  
A more strict league and friendship cannot be  
Betwixt the Loadstone and the Steel, than is  
Between thy Spirit-raising Vine and this.  
For (" like a pair of friends an ages wonder)  
They taste far nobler 
b Tabaco and Wine best when joined.  joined, than when asunder.   

Nothing Tabaco hath but what is good;  
As of a slain sow, every part is food.   

The Ashes which after the flame do lie  
As of no use, do turn to Ivory  

c Tabaco ashes a good Dentifrice.  Rusty and yellow Teeth; the Smoke obeys,  
And (strange to hear) being commanded, 
d Stays in oil.  stays:  
For lay thy finger to thy mouth, and blow,  
Narrowing the passage first, but gently through,  
And thou shalt straight discern it will not fail  
To leave an oil upon the yellow nail:  
Good for young girls who have rough and 
e The oil good against scabs and tetters.  scabby hands,  
On which, as on fen grounds, the water stands.  
For being applied, it smooths and drains them quite,  
And renders them, even unto wonder white.  
For th' piercing Air thorough the secret pores  
Shaketh the heart, and having set both doors  
O'th' stomach ope, from thence wind-music plays,  
To the hearers mirth, and to the minstrels ease.  
Thus they the laughter of their friends do gain,  
And purchase beauty with a little pain.   

The virtues I have told; what Mischiefs are,  
Or only seem to be, I'll now declare.  
First, 'tis objected, that 
f Objections against Tabaco answered.  Tabaco dulls  
The edge of the enlightened mind, and pulls  
A cloudy darkness on the active brain,  
Bringing in black oblivion there to reign:  
That when to seek his Notions he shall come,  
Misplaced and lost they'll be i' th' smoky room.  
A heinous crime: but such as Calumny  
Hath feigned, or nice simplicity.   

I answer 'tis not, 'cause it cannot be,  
That the immortal Soul whose Pedigree  
Is drawn from Heaven, should in poor manner thus  
Unto Corporeal harms be obnoxious.  
If th' Instrument be lame, I do confess  
The Action halts, yet with the Cause doth cease.  
But th' mind of man untouched remains, although  
As with black clouds encompassed, it doth throw  
No lazy beams abroad. Just so the Sun,  
When twixt his Globe and us the Moon doth run,  
Or else some cloud does for a time keep close:  
(" As if the world for him were at a loss)  
Though even then in his full glory bright,  
And to the darker stars lendeth more light.  
The mind no spot receives but from the mind;  
idleness, luxury, and the giddy wind  
Of light Inconstancy, with the sudden fire  
Of Anger, these indeed do all conspire  
To shadow reason, and o'erthrow the wit,  
Blotting the notions which before were writ.   

That which we love we can remember well;  
O'th' many drinkers of Tabaco, tell  
Me but of one who readily cannot say  
Into which Chest he did his treasure lay;  
(So stupefied a brain he had) or else  
Who hath forgotten where his Mistress dwells;  
And I of the few haters will give you  
A dozen for that one, (" good men and true)   

Who shall be so far dosed, they shall not say,  
When being asked, what they did yesterday;  
To whom their names have been forgotten long,  
And th' Elements even of their mother Tongue.  
For in these men either pestiferous flames,  
A hurtful poison, or th' disease that claims  
His name from a sudden stroke, or being too bold  
With the 
g Hor. Car. lib. 1. Ode 13.  fifth part of Venus when grown old,  
Have hurt the Brain—   

Nor will the 
h Which informs the Brain.  spirit (of a near kin to th' air)  
His office overthrown, stay longer there.   

For if by th' excellent leaf the memory  
Should receive injury, how could it be  
That Troops of Learned men should love it so,  
Who know as much as lawful is to know.  
Whose Breasts do swell with wisdom, whose chief pleasure  
Is in their stored minds to heap up treasure,  
And then pour forth what they were hoarding long  
To rings of people with a ready tongue.   

But it makes sad the marriage bed far more  
chaste than the 
i Agnus Castus is a certain Shrub, which in Latin is called also Vitex, like unto a willow, it takes the name from Chastity which it procures; and the Athenian women were wont in their Thosmophoria, or feasts of Ceres, to carry leaves of this about them, and to lie upon them, that they might preserve themselves chaste.  leaf th' Athenian Matrons wore   

At Ceres' feasts, I hear the women say;  
Nor is this quarrel but of yesterday:  
Tas been the Matrons hate since 
k Venus.  Mars his whore  
Set forth a law it should be brought no more  
Into her loved Cyprus as before:  
Which thus was caused. Bacchus from being at odds  
With men, returns to th' banquet of the gods;  
Store of Tabaco with him he did bring  
As signs of victory (Than a new found thing)  
" Till that did burn, the gods were all on fire:  
" Liber begun to take it, they admire;  
Jove was the next, than Mars and Vulcan follow,  
Mercury those, and last the boury Apolla:  
Lustily through their nose the smoke they take,  
As if an other Aetna they would make.  
The Goddesses pleas●d with the novelty  
Laughed all the while, but they, when they did see  
How much to sleep that night the gods were given,  
Angry, decreed it should be banished Heaven;  
The rites of Thessaly be still admired,  
To keep their husbands waking was they desired:  
Therefore next day' soon as the smoky feast  
Began again, (fiercer than all the rest)  
The goodly Matron Venus on it flies;  
Pipes, fire, Tabaco, broke and scattered lies;  
And being down she spurns them with her feet,  
(Wonder such wrath should come from one so  
The warlike Pallas who stood by was sad (sweet)  
To see the wanton Queen of Love so mad;  
Diana smiled, and the 
l The Muses. Prosit mihi vos dixisse Puellas. Sat. 4. So Juvenall makes himself merry with them calling them girls, who could not choose but he very old, being so often called upon by the ancient Poets: but he supposed them to be of the same nature with other women, who though they be never so old, yet delight to be accounted young; and therefore the seems in a jeer to bribe them for poetic fury with the flattering name of girls.  nine girls who sport  
Themselves on 
m A mountain in Thessaly consecrated to Apollo and the Muses.  Pindus' top was sorry for't.  
The scattered relics up they take, and place  
Them in their bosoms with a solemn grace;  
Entreating Bacchus for a new supply,  
A sovereign aid to th' vow of Chastity.   

A foul reproach it is (forsooth) to tame  
The rage of 
n Venus, so called from the ●●le Cyprus.  Cyprus and her lustful flame;  
To strengthen virtue, with a rare tie to bind  
To the limbs vigour, Empire to the mind.   

For 'tis a scandal to the plant to doubt  
That it th' instinct of Nature should put out  
Like Hemp, or water lilies; happily  
It may the number bate, not utterly  
Destroy the gift of procreation:  
Forth natural heat having this 
s The allaying virtue of Tabaco.  bridle on,  
What it doth from the number take away  
I' the goodness of the breed it doth repay.  
An excellent benefit where the fortune's mean,  
Not able numerous offspring to maintain,  
Or where the commonwealth rejoiceth more  
In th' strength and quality then in the store.  
Hence hath it ever good esteemed been  
For the white beard, and for the downy chin,  
Teaching them both good Husbandry, how they are  
Both in the bottom, and the top to spare,  
While nimble flames of youth it doth suppress,  
And tho' 
t The fainter lust of old men.  lukewarm ashes maketh lukewarm less,  
Freeing the world from giddiness, the jolly  
Stripling from rage, and the grey head from folly.   

" But O ye, Ladies, why should your hatred be  
Unto the noble herb inplacable?  
Within your gardens give't place 'tis fit,  
For even you may stand in need of it;  
Can ye be cruel still when I assure  
You, that it will fits of the 
* Tabaco good against the Mother.  Mother cure?  
When th' womb beyond the bounds does upwards rush,  
And at the belly like a 
u Quid si ego hîc nostrum dicerem ad uteri fominei similitudinem aliuderé qui inde nemen uteri sortire videtur quod duplex sit. et ab viraque in avas se dividit partes quae in diversum diffusae ac replexae circumplicantur in medu● eor●●●m Arietis? Nee ideò labas●it conjectura mea si Arietem hoc in loce pro machinâ militari accipi contendas: tant●●dem enim est.  Ram doth push,  
Rightly applied 'twill bear her back a main  
And force her take her proper seat again,  
Sooner and easier than the heavy weight  
Of two great Captains on thy belly laid;  
Or a whole pregnant Sow of Lead,—   

Moreover set thy Princely bowls aside  
(Thou twice-born god) & then the bounteous wide  
Earth can afford no dainty half so good  
For an old man; whether you'll call it food   

For the humour radical, or a gentle draught  
For the dry brain, or else a weapon caught  
Up to expel his senses enemies:  
For it doth add a quickness to blear eyes,  
It takes the prendent icicle from the nose,  
The mutiny in the ear it doth compose:  
" And if thy ill-spent youth hath fill●d thy bones  
With griping aches, and thy breast with groans,  
" And th' waiting maid which cross thy back doth lie  
From rest blocks up the Haven of thine eye  
Here seek thy help and find; for the kind smoke  
Stealing into the veins shall not provoke  
Only thy grief and thee to sleep, but shall,  
To make the night seem short, before thee call  
The lively shapes and images of things:  
Nor such dire monsters as the Onion brings  
To the late eater, or the Pulse, the Bean,  
The Lintless," which are known to banish clean  
All pleasant dreams. The garlic who doth eat,  
Or takes the foolish Henbane for his meat,  
Who makes a supper of the Mad Night shade,  
Him horrid looks shall in his sleep invade;  
A strange confused generation  
Of living creatures fore his eyes shall run,  
Such as are not, nor yet shall ever be  
In the air centaurs, harpies in the Sea:  
A Troop of Dragons from the cloven earth  
Shall with black Devils spitting fire come forth:  
Sometimes a Storm at Sea shall seem to rave;  
And he near drowned shall grapple with a wave:  
Then he shall stand upon a rock on high,  
Seeming shall fall, and really shall cry;  
Sometimes the swords of Thieves shall make him fear;  
Sometimes again he shall behold a Bear  
Broke from the Chain, ready his life to take,  
And in the moment he should die, shall wake.   

But 
o The Godof sleep; or (as some) minister seu filius Somni, qui jussu domini vel patris {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} hoc est formus vel vulius hominum, verba ipsa, mores, et gestus imitatur.  Morpheus with our 
p Tabaco, which causeth pleasant and rational dreams.  incense being appeased  
Shall with much better Tapestry be pleased  
To hang the bedchamber of the brain, and yield  
To the contented fancy a rich field  
Charged with fresh stories and fair pleasing shapes,  
Not such as men may say are 
q Monsters as the other.  nature's 'scapes,  
But such as true born children shall be,  
And to each private genius shall agree:  
For what men waking love and do turn over  
With pleasure, they shall in their sleep recover.  
The Courtier, orator, and the soldier,  
The Juggler, Merchant, and the mariner,  
The Fisher, Waggoner, and Husbandman,  
The Painter, Coryer, and physician,  
The Poet, Lover, and the Advocate,  
" The Projector too, that cankor of the State,  
By our soft potion luled asleep before,  
I'th' night their daily business shall act o'er  
In perfect figures; not as when fools behold  
Forms in the doubtful twilight, and grow bold  
To judge them so as they do seem to be:  
Or when the newly-risen Moon they see,  
When through a sea of racking Clouds it stears  
An even race; nor do they clog men's ears  
With any tedious discourse, or frame  
(Though in a dream an argument that's lame:)  
Fair Structures oftentimes they build in verse,  
And in the morning clearly them rehearse:  
Others, do other things as clearly too  
That thou wouldst swear sleep here had nought to do.  
For 'tis not like the drowsiness gotten by  
The deadly Poppy, which the mind does tie  
In Iron chains, nor the disturbing shade  
Which is by the uncertain Hemlock made,  
Whose weaker geius thrown o'er the members, keep,  
Them nor entirely awake nor yet asleep.  
So good Philemon and his aged Spouse  
Th' unhappy Baucis, (" e'er their simple house  
Was turned into a Temple) having made  
A Supper of 
r Hemlocks.  them, by their shape betrayed  
Thinking them parsnips, when at night they spread  
Their weary limbs upon their humble bed,  
Nor fully awake, nor weight upon their eyes  
Enough to make them sleep, they both did rise,  
And through their cottage narrow entrance, quite  
bereaved of mind, they wandered in the night,  
Shaking with cold and horror till at last  
Having a great part of the time thus past)  
With rough saluting of the Posts half dead,  
Brought back their Bruished limbs unto their bed.  
But whom tabacoes clearer Spirit shall bind  
In silken ties, shall in the morning find  
Both mind and body strong, and with delight  
Shall tell how quietly he pass●d the night.  
Only be sure he hath a prudent care  
He does not trade in vile and common ware,  
Sophisticate by Art, but natural:  
For the same goodness doth not reach to all.   

" He who desires to find out the true breed  
" Of the heroical and generous weed,  
While 'tis i' th' Leaf, may thus his longing crown,  
'Tis 
y symptoms of the best Tabaco.  sharp and thick, i' th' ●and, in the eye brown,  
I' th' nose a violet, the root of Tuscany  
Gives not so large and rich a sent as he.  
Burnt in the Pipe, it will a taste disclose  
Like Castor's Ragwort, or our 
z Otherwise called the rose of Jerusalem.  Lady's rose.  
But the thin limber leaf Bormuda yields,  
Or such as grows in the Virginian fields,  
Regard it not," but send it to the Fen:  
And leave such hay unto the beasts of men.  
For it doth 
a The effects of ill Tabaco.  prick the tunicles of the eye,  
To the pia mater is an enemy;  
Who drink shall idle be, unapt for pains,  
A laziness shall creep through all their veins,  
They shall be ever yawning, and above  
All things they shall the chimney corner love.  
And except hunger raise them, take delight  
To snort by th' fire till it be late i' th' night.   

But O ye sacred offspring of the 
b Muses.  Nine,  
(" Whose birth, whose life, whose works are all divine)  
You who do dig from wisdoms Paper pits,  
learning's bright Ore, and fine it with your wits,  
Above all other men see ye do fly  
That 
c Bad and sophisticate Tabaco.  Hucksters mischief and damned villainy;  
And found out by his symptoms, without fail  
Send it to th' flames in gross, not by retail.  
The dainties wafted from an other shore  
Some do adulterate while the deadly gore  
Of rank Goats (which a Scythian's Club did slay)  
They mingle with them; some an other way  
Do manifest injury to the noble weed,  
Dropping into 't the oil of anise seed,  
Or the less greasy fennel, and to these  
To give 't a touch of vitriol some do please,  
Whereby a taste unto the tongue they gain  
Much like the sweetness of a Lybian Cane.  
All these are nought and womanish; for he  
Who unto nature will add art, must be  
At nature's mouth instructed first, or shall  
Disturb the work, giving no help at all.  
Yet if thou wilt be wanton to thy praise,  
With a light Chip of the wood Aloes,  
Give fire unto thy Pipe, so shalt thou reap  
A fragrant savour spread through the whole heap,  
And with a grateful odour cheer the brain.   

But above all things see that ye refrain  
The 
d Take it not too suddenly' after meat; it causeth too hasty a concoction.  smoke awhile; do not the Pipe repeat  
Too suddenly after y' have taken meat;   

For than the 
l The digestive heat in the stomach.  cook's at work, the 
m The mouth of the stomach.  Kitchen door  
Close to them shut; Knock not too soon therefore  
At the upper gate, for fear he angry grow,  
And the half boiled dishes from him throw,  
Which to the guts conveyed with too much speed,  
Do windy murmurings in the belly breed,  
The happy quiet of the mind devour,  
And from our business steal the precious hour.  
'Tis 
n Keep your head warm when you take it.  alike dangerous with naked Head,  
With open roof, and chimney uncovered,  
To take the Smoke; for the cold air will then  
The pores being open, quickly pierce the skin,  
And suddenly reclose them, whence is bred  
To the hair's horror, heaviness to the head.   

Love not to drink't 
o Take it not alone, or if you do, let there be pauses interposed.  alone, nor take thou pleasure  
To fill thy brain beyond his true just measure.   

With a compunion take't;" if thou hast none,  
" Let Books or business act the part of one:  
" With comely pauses use 't, in such a fashion,  
" That thou a Dialogue make 't, not an Oration.  
To speak and do by turns, the muse's love,  
And Nature surfeits never did approve.  
At the first 
p When to leave.  giddiness thou feel'st, forbear;  
And for that time write thy nil ultra there:  
And if it vanish not, for help repair  
To a draught of beer, or to the open air,  
And suddenly the Tumult shall be stayed,  
And by a little art the Tempest laid.   

" To close up all, take this for thy last ground,  
" Study thine own Dimensions, and having found   

The measure of thy head, turn then about  
In thine own sphere, seek not thyself without:   

For who observes the Laws of Nature, he  
Shall be sound, wise, and fortunate to me.   

Thus the 
* Sïenus.  old man in his discourse did play,  
While Bacchus' Lords, as on their backs they lay,  
Did silent hang upon the speakers tongue.   

The virtues they had learned, but still they long  
Of such a noble herb to know the breed,  
The Art of Planting, and the choice o' th' seed:  
But good Silenus' stammering for thirst.  
And withal drowsy too, none of the durst  
Entreat him to proceed—   

For Wine, for Wine, a calling he did keep,  
And having largely drunk, he fell asleep.   

What he hath left imperfect shall now be  
Our work to finish though as dry as he.   

" Your gentle gales and influence we want,  
" Who are true lovers of the honoured Plant:  
" For though far short of his high sounding string  
" We'll now the georgics of Tabaco sing.   

First, that the Harvest answer may the pain,  
From off a lusty stock a 
k The choice of the seed.  plump seed gain,  
Whose leaf is long and thick: side-slips despise,  
The best doth still from the main branch arise.   

The next care is the 
l The soil.  Place, an Herb so strong,  
By a hungry soil cannot be nourished long.  
In hearty grounds it thrives; and takes delight,  
(Like to the Vine) where the Glebe is full of might.  
Fair hills be loves, and fields that pleasantly  
Towards the warm south in the sun's bright eye:  
Where th' Earth is light, no moss by nature laid,  
No binding Clay, nor marl to check the spade;  
And where the valiant furrows hard and dry,  
Suffer the rending Plow-shears cruelty.   

When thou hast found a soil thus rich, take heed  
Thou dost not 
m Sow not two years together in one place.  twice in one place sow thy seed:  
For with the first birth all that's good doth come  
Leaving behind nought but a barren womb.   

Change every year thy earth, for thy wandering guest  
Prepare new seats, so shall thy furrows rest,  
And a new Genius gain. The field being found,  
Let none be cunninger to till the ground  
In his right season; In one small hole shut  

n The manner of Planting.  Three seeds or more, in equal spaces put,  
That Nature may (like to a loving mother)  
Give equal portions as to one to'th other:  
So though some prove for Mice or Moles a feast,  
Thou Mayst preserve a hope yet in the rest.  
But if they prosper all, and thou dost see  
Their multitude will their destruction be,  
" Drive then all foolish pity from thy heart;  
Take from the number, act a Thracian's part;  
That, having room, the better it may thrive,  
Of many Brothers, leave but one alive.  
When the fat soil and Sun's drawn out in length,  
To''th' leaves rankness give, to the stock strength;  
Then is thy time, the lower boughs cut down,  
That greater virtues may the other crown.   


o The time when to gather it.  Reap not too soon; when the leaves turned are,  
And the seed grows black within his bowl, prepare  
Thy knives, and let thy weapons ready stand,  
For know the noble Vintage is at hand.   

Close to your Prayers ye honourers of the smoke,  
And with your best devotions see y' invoke  
The Heavens for smiles: fair weather now we need  
For showers t'th' ‛ leaf do no less damage breed,  
Then doth a wet September to ripe grapes,   

When it is gathered, half thy labour's done;  
Yet flag not here, with equal courage run  
Through that behind: thy industry, thy cost,  
If thou shalt fail in the last act, are lost.   

Take 'speciall care of the two things remain.  
First from the leaf the watery humour drain,  
(Corruptions Parent) else thou shalt inherit  
For thy leaves dung. Next let the fiery spirit  
Which sleeping does in the fat oil lie hid,  
Be' awaked, and roused, and through each vein be spread.  
That therefore on the Herb no spoil be made  
By' the thirsty sunbeams dry it in the shade,  
On small cords hung: then take it down and lay  
It on a heap together, that it may  
From the bottom heat and rise, & from thence dart  
The hidden virtue to each outward part;  
So shall the heap grow warm, swell, sweat & smoke,  
And fire too if the meeting be not broke.  
Be sure you do dissolve the Diet then,  
And when dispersed, hang them up again.  
This Method use, till by heating it be made  
Active, and by the drying fixed and stayed.  
And that on neither hand thou wander wide,  
Let thine own eyes and reason be thy guide:  
For as the line too little in like sort  
That of too much unto perfection's short:  
In a just measure Nature takes delight.   

But if an error happen, set it right  
Not with the burning wine, salt pickle, not  
With honey, lest of all byth' Chamber-pot;  
Such trash as this your Hucksters use, who prize  
Above the health, the smell o'th' merchandise.   

From the Herb itself expect thy aid, press then  
The juice 
p A cleanly & wholesome way to recover decayed Tabaco.  from out the courser leaves, which when  
The gathering was, did scape the careless hand,  
And o'er the coals see it doth boiling stand.   

In which" meed as Tub dip thy 
* decrepit Tabaco.  old Swain,  
And he (like Aeson) shall turn young again.   

Let these suffice to board with't bless thy Lot,  
For now thou hast an ample treasure got,  
Which to the Planter large revenue brings,  
To th' merchant's Chests, and customhouse of Kings.  
physician's peradventure curse it sore,  
For making autumns healthful, and them poor,  
And it sometimes affords (such things will be)  
To the Crows a Dinner from the Gallow tree;  
When poor knaves buy t, and so do fondly spend  
Their coin and hours given them for better end.  
But while we see a fair and happy day  
To''th' good and frugal, they who' will perish, may:  
And he who shall an offered gem deny,  
May that man live to want it ere he die.   

From whom a ship at sea, a suit in law,  
A scolding wife, or an ill debtor draw  
Sleep from the eyes, and quiet from the mind,  
In the gentle leaf he a soft truce may find;  
And for the gift, give't the deserved meed.  
What swelling words against the noble weed  
The peevish man may vomit (too unkind!)  
We to the waves commit them and the wind.  
Let it be damned to Hell, and called from thence  
Proserpina's Wine, the fury's Frankincense   

The devil's addle eggs, or else to these,  
A sacrifice grim Pluto to appease,  
A deadly weed which its beginning had  
From the foam of Cerberus when the Cur was mad.  
We at the Titles laugh; praise, and proclaim  
The wideness of the Bore from whence they came.  
Pretty poetic styles! and when we please  
With the like Art we can return all these.   

If any lover of the Truth shall now  
What is by me here written, disallow,  
'Gainst my opinion let his reasons fight;  
His Arguments let him commit to white:  
" So, without hate did Monopolies, run  
" A course to make Paper dear, as we have done.   
The End.