Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his medicines, against melancholy humors. Written by S.R.

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Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his medicines, against melancholy humors. Written by S.R.
Author
Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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[London] :: Printed [by William Jaggard] for Iohn Deane, and are to be sold at his shop at Temple-barre, vnder the gate,
[1607]
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"Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his medicines, against melancholy humors. Written by S.R." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A11097.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.

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A Country fellow had a dreame Which did his minde amaze, That starting vp, he wakes his wife, And thus to her he saies: Oh woman rise, and help our Goose, For euen the best we haue, Is presently at poynt to dye, Vnlesse her life you saue; On eyther side of her I see A hungry Foxe doth sit, But staying, vpon curtesie Who shall begin first bit. Husband (quoth she) if this be all I can your dreame expound, The perfect meaning of the same I instantly haue found: The Goose betweene two Foxes plac't Which in your sleepe you saw,

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Is you your selfe, that prooue a Goose, In going still to law. On eyther side a Lawyer comes And they do feathers pull, That in the end you will be left A bare and naked Gull: Wife in good troth (quoth he) I thinke Thou art iust in the right, My purse can witnesse to my griefe They do begin to bite; I do resolue another course, And much commend thy wit, Ile leaue the Gooses part for them That haue a mind to it: And if thou euer find that I To lawing humors fall, Let me be hang'd at Westminster, (Wife) Ile for-sweare the Hall.
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