The whole course of chirurgerie wherein is briefly set downe the causes, signes, prognostications & curations of all sorts of tumors, wounds, vlcers, fractures, dislocations & all other diseases, vsually practiced by chirurgions, according to the opinion of all our auncient doctours in chirurgerie. Compiled by Peter Lowe Scotchman, Arellian, Doctor in the Facultie of Chirurgerie in Paris, and chirurgian ordinarie to the most victorious and christian King of Fraunce and Nauarre. Whereunto is annexed the presages of diuine Hippocrates.

In praise of the Author and his worke.

THen O blest science vnder son, That most mens liues doth saue, The art that greatest praise hast won: Whhereby great help we haue. Is surgerie, for knowledge there, In highest grace doth shine. The skill is honered euery where, For speciall griefes deuine. When wrath and rage makes quarrels rise And men in furie fight, In surgon such great knowledge lies, Greene wounds are healed streight. Flesh cut, bloud lost, and euery vaine, And sinnowes shronke away, He can by art restore againe: And comfort their decay. The mangled bones are set and knit, In their owne proper place, And euery lymme in order fit, Comes to their force and grace. By surgons meane who quickly sees, The daungers as they are: And mēds the mischiefes by degrees▪ With knowledge and great care. Hath instrumēts to scarch ech ioynt, Ech skull or brused bone, And can with balmes & oyles anoynt▪ The nerues and veines each one. Knowes all the nature and the kinde▪ Of hearbs of floweer and weedes, And can the secret vertue finde: Of blossomes leaues and seedes. Heales cankers vlcers and old sores, Hath precious poulders smalll, To eate proud flesh, and rotten kores: And drie vp humore all. What griefe of boby can be namd, But he can help in hast, Yea though the liuer be inflamd: Or lihgts and lungs doe wast. In tune and temper he can bring▪ The lack of each lame part, As though in hand he had a string, To lead mans life by art.

Halfe gods, good surgons may be cald, much more then men they be, And ought like Doctors be instald▪ In seates of high degree. What doth preserue the lifes of men, May claime due honor right, And shold be praysd with tong & pen, As far as daie giues light, Long studie giues a glorious crowne, A garland deckt with flowers, Ʋnder whose shade of rare renowne, The muses makes their bowers: To set and see whose giftes excell, In wit and cunning skill. Who best doth work, who doth not wel, And who beares most good will. To vertue, learning and good minde The muses fauours those, And giues them grace of their owne kinde, Great secrets to disclose, Reuiues their witts makes sharp their sence To iudg deserue and know, Whose tong is typt with eloquence, And whose fine pennes doth flow, And who the liberall art detaines, And mortall vertues haue, In whom a hidden skill remaines: And cunning knowledge braue▪ Yt seemes a stranger here of late, Hath from the Gods deuine, Got credit honour and ectate, To please the muses nyne. The surgons of our Queene likewise, Doth prayse him for his skill, His printed bookes may well suffice, To win the worlds good will. His merits far surmounts the loue, I beare to men of worth, My pen doth but affection moue, His deedes doe set him forth▪ His knowledge makes blind bonglers blush Their boldnes brings him fame Ʋaine Valentine not worth a rush, Where Low, but showes his name. You paultrie sensles saucie Iackes, That patch vp wounds in post, Trudg hen••e trusse vp your pedlars packs, He cares not for your bost, His face and brow from blot is clere, The sages of our soyle, Bids Doctor Low, still welcome here To your great shame and foyle. Who well deserues is honord much. As triall dayly showes, Who hath good name is wise and rich, And loued where he goes. Since of this Doctor and his art, These vertues I rehearse, I him in euery point and part, Salute with English vearse.

Qd. Thomas Churchyard Esquier.