A needefull, new, and necessarie treatise of chyrurgerie briefly comprehending the generall and particuler curation of vlcers, drawen foorth of sundrie worthy wryters, but especially of Antonius Calmeteus Vergesatus, and Ioannes Tagaltius, by Iohn Banister ... Hereunto is anexed certaine experiments of mine ovvne inuention, truely tried, and daily of me practised.

Iohn Banister against euill and counterfait dea∣lers in the arte of Physicke and Chyrurgerie.

EUen as it can not be, by reasons rule denied: That Physicke skill deseruedly, by trustie truthe is tried.

To be the thing wherto, dame Fame is chiefly bound: Aboue all earthly artes belowe that are, or may be found.

The Artistes which professe the same, likewyse are they: Whiche worthiest are to weare (I gesse) the wreathed twist of baie.

Such men of honest life, as godly gaines frequent: Without deceit, debate, or strife, or forged fond intent.

But fewe of those there are, (God knowes) the greater ruth:

Among a sort whose dealings farre, distaunced are from truthe.

For Roisters nowe doe raunge, and ruffle euery where: And men to much delight in chaunge, without regarde or feare.

Eche Iacke that wanteth grace, and ••dle life hath spent: And that to iet from place to place, hath fixed his intent.

Such nought haue now to fein, their fond and foolishe trade: But that they helth can plant for pain, and sicknes fell inuade.

Leaue of you Iuglers vain, let Phisicke liue in rest: Most worthely with them to raigne, that learne and loue her best.

Fie fie you steine the arte, of worthy surgerie: More fitter farre to fill the cart, then vse Anathomie.

Your falsly feined grace, is but for certaine time: You runne & raunge frō place to place, and still augmente your crime.

You promise helpe for pence, where as you doe but noye: O secret foes depart from hence, poore people you destroye.

Our Auncientes oft haue scand, and tolde that some dissease: Cannot be curde, you take in hande, the dead (to life) to raise.

Nothing may misse you sure, if pence be in the warde: O misers mad, confesse some cure, for healing to be hard.

Be warned once by feare, and of your friende take heed: The price of bloud is passing deare, as we in scripture reed.

{quod} I. B.

Finis.