The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.

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Title: The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.
Author: Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.
Publication: London :: Printed by G[eorge] P[urslowe] for Iohn Budge: and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard at the signe of the Greene Dragon,; 1618.
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33 Of a drunken Paracelsian.
WHen Pilo other trades of thrift had mist,
He then profest to be an Alcumist,
That's all too much, Chimist you might him call,
And so I thinke twere true, and leaue out all:
He takes vpon him, he can make a mixture,
Of which he can extract the true elixar,
Tinctur of Pearle and Currall he doth draw,
And Quintessence the best that ere you saw,
He hath the cure, except Aqua Mirabilis,
Only he wants drammes Auri potabilis,
He doth of nature so the secret ferrit,
That he of euery thing can draw the spirit:
Spirits of mynes, spirits of stones and herbes,
Whose names can scant be told with nownes and verbes,
But of all spirits my spirit doth diuine,
His spirit best doth loue the spirit of wine.