Ouid's elegies three bookes. By C.M. Epigrames by I.D.

Of Tobacco. 36.

HOmer of Moly, and Nepenthe sings Moly the gods most soueraigne hearb diuine, Nepenthe Heauens drinke most gladnesse brings, Hearts griefe expels, and doth the wits refine: But this our age another world hath found. From whence a hearb of Heauenly power is bought, Moly is not so soueraigne for a wound. Nor hath Nepenthe so great wonders wrought. It is Tobacco, whose sweet substanciall fume, The hellish torment of the teeth doth ease, By drawing downe, and drying vp the rewme, The Mother and the Nurse of each diease, It is Tobacco that doth cold expell, And cleares the obstructions of the Arteries,

And surfets threatning Death in generall. Decocting all the stomacks crudities, It is Tobacco which hath power to clarifie, The cloudy mists before dim eyes appearing, It is Tobacco which hath power to ratifie, The grose humor which doth stop the hearing, The wasting Hectique, and the Quartain feuer, Which doth of Phisique make a mockerie, The gowt it cures, and helps ill breaths for euer, Whether the cause in Teeth or stomach be, And though il breath, were by it but confounded. Yet that Medicine it doth farre excell, Which by sir Thomas Moore hath bin propounded. For this is thought a Gentle-man like smell, O that I were one of these Mounti-bankes, Which praise their Oyles, and Powders which they sell, My customers would giue me coyne with thankes, I for this ware, forfooth a Tale would tell. Yet would I vse none of these tearmes before, I would but say, that it the Poxe will cure: This were enough, without discoursing more, All our braue gallants in the towne t'allure,