The Newlanders cure Aswell of those violent sicknesses which distemper most minds in these latter dayes: as also by a cheape and newfound dyet, to preserue the body sound and free from all diseases, vntill the last date of life, through extreamity of age. Wherein are inserted generall and speciall remedies against the scuruy. Coughes. Feauers. Goute. Collicke. Sea-sicknesses, and other grieuous infirmities. Published for the weale of Great Brittaine, by Sir William Vaughan, Knight.

The first SICTION.

The Preparatius to the Cure of the Mindes In∣firmities; wherein the Author by the disco∣uery of his owne Imperfections in his World∣ly Race and Course of life, admo••isheth all o∣thers his Fellow Christians to Repent and Confes••e their sinnes in time.

Morstua, Mors Christi, Fraus mundi, gloria Coeli; Et Dolor Inferni sunt meditanda tibi.

THinke on your Owne, and Christ his Death, The Iudgement Day, and Hell beneath: Thinke also on bright Heauens Ioyes, For Worldly Hopes are Dreames and Toyes. What are our Pompe, Wealth, Beauty, Fame? But Braine-sicke snares, and Wares too blame?

What Age like our so crackt with I••rres? Yet crakes of Loue, prouoking Warres? Proud Nabal, stoope; preuent thy woes, Make peace, and Friends take not for Foes. Iust Dauid did thy Flockes no ha••me, Nay, they were shielded by his Arme. If to his God thou tell thy Sinnes, Hee'le save thee from the Philistines; But if his Dauids thou abuse, Repentancelate will not excuse, If Misers Guilt thou iustifie, Or Humane Pompe dost glorifie; Or Hypocrues thou magnifie; Or thine owne worth not vilifie; This CVRE will prooue a stumbling blocke, And to such Fooles a laughing stocke. The same, yet I am confident, Shall not displease the Penitent: Nor any Soule of Saints Communion, That doth partake of Christian Union. Those watchfull Spirits long to see, A true Physi••ian without Fee. In briefe, let me be sayd to Doate, If I shew not an Antidote, Against the World, the Flesh, and Diue••••, Or at the least against some Euill. And sure, vnlesse they meane to fall. My Patients will admit of all

This Cure, which Newland for the Old, And Sickly offers to vnfold. But first, their Faultes they must Confesse, Or else they dye Remedilesse. They must likewise abandon strife, And Vow to God a better life; Then out of hand beginne to day, Deare Penitents; time flyes away: Beginne, and I a Sinner too Will prompt what you shall fayle to do. Wee heere before thy Maiesty, Dread Lord, present Iniquity, Layd bare without Hypocrisie, The which from Adams Leaprosie Of sinne de••iu'd, wee all inherite, And for the same Hells flames do merite. O giue vs Grace Vice to displace, To cleanse our selues, while we haue space: If we Repent, thou heal'st our Sinnes, And wee shall shine like Cherubins. But what am I, whom for thy Glory, Thy Spirit mooues to pen this Story? This little one, like Zoar, where Thy Seruants may behold with feare Gomorraes flame, old Babels shame; And those new sinnes, which vs defame? This Charge became a Leuites zeale, To ring it out with louder peale:

How can thy Gifts in me reside, That am not cleane, nor purifi'd? In Aprill dayes with hare-brain'd fury Led, topsie turuy I did hurry For Worldlings praise, and thankes to curry, Whereby thy Motions I did hury. What then I wrought was to gaine Fame, A blazing blast, to raise my Name. But now I see that I went wrong, For Honors all to thee belong. And whosoeuer goes about To lay thy Goods for his owne out, Usurpes, and steales part of thy Glory, Which made bright Angels darke and sorry. My Summers growth I spent in folly, And gaue my selfe to Passions wholly: To scrape and gape for Golden Dayes, Neglecting what the Gospell sayes: O Foole, this Night Ile snatch thy Soule, Who shall thy Fortunes then controule? My loyes were Toyes, my Cares bred Tares; Thus caught with Snares, I sought false Wares. Thus Dregges to God, to Mammon Wine, In my best Race I did assigne. How then shall I in Autumne now Reape Profit, when I faild to Sow? When Libra for my late repaire, Beginnes to dye my Amber Haire:

Shall I with Saints a gleaning goe, Who, like a Foe, did Time forgoe? O Gracious God, that giuest hire, And with new fire dost men inspire. My Euenings worke thou well dost like, For thy Sunne alwayes shines alike, On Publicans, whose hearts relye Upon Christs merites, those which flye From thee displeas'd to thee appeas••d, In hope of Debts to be releas••d. O what braue sparklings of thy Lou••, Appeare in such, who Sinnes reprooue? I feele some heate by this Remonstrance, To rouze my heart with quicke Repentance. Let Pick-thankes with Ambition swell, Till thou blow'st them from Earth to Hell: Wee on no Creatures dare relye, But heere before thee humbled lye. Whether thou scourge, or vs will purge, Wee will not cease thy Grace to vrge: Yea, though thou hale vs in a rope, Like Sampson bound, yet we will hope. With Dalilaes we dallied long; But now wee sing another Song. When our Confessions mooue to pitty, We then shall frame a sweeter Ditty. Lord, after shrift renew thy fires, Deuotions flames, in our desires.