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 second SECTION.

The Description, Confession, and Effects of our Common sicknesses, which by the temptations of the Wolrd, the Flesh, and the Diuell, di∣stemper most Mindes in this latter age, where∣••n the weaknès of our Common Writers is taxed.

VVE brag of Faith, heere Sathan lurkes, For in Good workes we liue, like Turkes. Pure Saints, or Angels wee would seeme, Yet Golden ones wee more esteeme. Wee feed like Kings, are seru'd in State, And make vs Gods of siluer Plate. We chop and change, in Pride wee ruffle, And more for Goods, then Good do scuffle. Wee plod on Protects, more then Zeale, On priuate ends, then Common-weale. Plaine dealing men wee flou••e, like Fiends: And Sycophants wee trust, as Friends. We count it lawfull to deceiue, Where Gifts vnpunisht wee receiue. VVe fee the Lawyers, full of Gall, VVhile starued Soules for Vengeance call. How many Thousands pine at Home, Though Newfound Land yeelds Elbow roome?

But sinke or swimme, say greedy Elues; None helpes to Plant; all for themselues. They Rob too soone those Infants milke, Which might bring Gold, Salt, Iron, Silke. But why should I for Newland speake, Whilst that the Old doth languish weake? And like to starue in midst of store, Which hath enough, yet couets more? So haue I seene Hydropickes pale Swell big, and dye, with bibbing Ale. Our Minds more Weake in Resolution, Compared to the Antient Nation. Search further, Muse, but with Compassion, And see, how comes this Alteration? The Times precedent had their faults; Wee haue their Old and New assaults. Their Traditions, Superstitions, Times Reuolutions, Constellations: Fiends slye Stratagems, and Temptations, Diuells incarnates Combinations. All these with our New Prouocations Worke; and we feele their Operations. Most Men are bad in eu'ry Trade, Eu'n from the Scepter to the Spade. The Greatest still prey on the Lesse, And spend those preyes in foule Excesse, Witnesse our ioyning Farme to Farme, Peruerting Wealth to Neighbours harme.

Witnesse our Drinkings, wasting Health, Our giddy Smoakes, and deedes by stealth, What mishapen Apish Fashions, Are deriu'd from foolish Passions? Our Purles, rare Pearles, and rich Array, An Armies Charge might well def••ay. Our Thoughts are in Prides Altitude; Old Sacke-cloaths weare is Clownish rude. Contritions Haire-cloath wee contemne, Nunnes Tyres and H••rmits wee condemne. In stead of these, each Groome exceedes, In Satans Veluet, gorgeous Weedes. In stead of these, now Virgins shine In Church vnmaskt, with Feathers sine. ••st not a shame, that flaunting G••llians Dare there to tempt against Tertullians Aduise? who barr'd the Affricke Mayde Gods Honse to enter so array'd? Christs Seamelesse Coate would hardly passe Without a Frump. A two-legg'd Asse, They would nicke-name a Minister, If the Frize Cass••••ke hee preferre, Preaching against rich s••••ken Stuffe, The Beauer Ha••, and swagg••ing Ruffe. Na••, English Cloath wee s••arce a low, Vnlesse thicke Laces wee bestow: Vnlesse it be, like that in Gra••••e, O•• ••ab••ls Beast, or Whoo••ish Traine.

Like VVeather-cockes, our Appetite In many Changes takes delight: For which Men taxe the Female kinde: When both are Moone-sicke, worse then wind. The Raine-bow, Peacocke, or what hew Cameleons shift, so it be new, Or thought Out-landish, that we like; And presently the same dislike. Our Eyes are Witches to our VVits, But why loues Reason Fancies fits? Our Foes vnseene, vs idle finde, And by their wheeling lead the Mind. The Mould of Reason thus made pliant By Fiends rampant and luxuriant, The Braine must needs grow wilde with weeds Whence fall bad seedes, to choake good deeds. Such spite haue they inueterate, To make Mankinde turne Reprobate, That they omit no trickes of State, To lead them to a shamef••ll Fate, Like to their owne depraued quite; From which, but Christ, none can acquite. Sometimes they play the Lyons part, But commonly vse Foxe-like Art. Now they ••ike Apes, or Puppets dance; A••on in Horses shape they praunce. Go on, Proud Steedes, men are not well, But hurri'd in a foure-whee'd Shell.

With whimseyes doubts yee tempt the Holy, But Worldly Soules, with costly Folly. Those meanes, which God gaue for his Glory, To helpe the Poore, in Pride yee bury. O Stings! O stormes of Ghostly Foes, Which now Great Brittaine vndergoes! When Christ should reape his Haruest pure, His Angels finde vs all impure. Wee see the Gospels radiant Light, Yet darkling hunt like Birds of Night. VVe euer please the out-ward sence, But leaue the Inside without fence. Our Petty-fogging liberty, Helpes to aduance impiety. But Athens now, and Courts of Law, Had neede themselues be kept in awe, By St••ickes more graue, to beate downe Vice Or Thunders sonnes to satirize. The truth is, without Discipline, Our Bees turne Drones, and will decline From Charity, and vertuous Thrift, To idlenesse, and basest shift. Fond Company wee more affect, Then sober Friends, or Gods Elect. The Baffoones ••irry meery Buffe, Sta••e Scoggins ••ests, wi••s Scullions stuffe, Base Mim••cke skoff••s, broad scu••••i••e tau••ts, VVith Baggadochian thundring Vaunts,

Stupendious Lyes of Balladry; All which with Tales of Rybaldry, False coyned Newes, and old Wiues fables We Grace, cu'n at our open Tables. Wee glut our guts with luscious cheere, And seldome Fast scarce once a Yeare. Nor then know wee to Mortifie, Or the proud Flesh to vilisie. Wee often Read of Vanity, But seldome Bookes of Piety. Such glistring Baites do hooke vsin, And make vs doate on shining Sinne. Our Stage-playes, Maskes, and Mummeries, What are they else but Fopperies? And Lullabies to rocke a sleepe Soules, that should wake, or rather weepe? What noble Flames doe some inioy? And yet their Talents mis-imp••oy? The very Best of their Inuentions, They giue for Baudes, to Lords intentions. Of Heauen these Promethean Rakers, Vnworthymen would make partakers. Wisedome is painted a pure Mayde; The Sisters Nine are Virgins stayd. If of their Court our Schollers bee, Why doethey stayne their chast degree? Begetting mungrell monstrous Notions? And giuing way to wanton Motions?

The Graces three haue no lewd Tricke: Why then doe learned Spirits kicke, Like Pampred Iades, more then befits The Sonnes of Art? corrupting Wits With glozing Bookes of Ch••ualry? Or Legends false of Popery? If from Aboue, their Dowries came, Why doe our Chams vncouer shame? Why doe they claw Times Fooleries? Why doe they winke at Knauer••es? Why dare they not the Greatest make To startle? and at Vice to quake? Tis true; they Greatnesse feare and losse, But who so feares, reiects the Crosse: That Crosse, which Christians vnder-went Of the best stampe, and element. Huisht, Cowards then: Your Taients hide, Vntill Christs Audit still vntri'de. Some for Despite doe Libels thunder: Others for Glory, nine dayes wonder. But most doe fawne, like Strumpets bold, And prostitute in hope of Gold. On Honors bought they wag their Tailes, To Mammon they strike downe their Sailes. Fraile Beauty some with Heath'nish Rimes Court, wasting so their precious Times. A Goddesse, Starre, an Angels mate, Of Dust and Ashes they Create.

The wonder of Celestiall Creatures, The Paragon of Earthly features: The good••iest Nymph, which Nature made, At whose faire sight all Beauties fade. Both Sunne and Moone eclipsed stand, Till they her Pleasure vnderstand. No maruaile then, that I her Slaue, At her east Frowne amazed raue. VVith such besainting, and for Gold, Our simpring shees are bought and sold. But O what Antickes doe I see? VVith Musicke loud about a Tree? Tripping it on the Saboath Day, And kissing oft their Marians gay? Thus our best dayes wee foole away. Some Pill and Poll, aliue some flay. Some roare, and some, like Asses, bray. Some skoffe and lye, some laugh and play At Cards and Dice whole winter Nights, In Summer dayes with Dogs and Kites. Here stands one curling (Pockey-full) His Perrowicke; another Gull Out-vies his fellow Gull in Oathes; And Complements, whom hee most loathes▪ Of Pedigrees that Scoundrell vauntes, Cal••ing true worth with floutes and tauntes An vpstars Dwarfe, whilst hee most mad, Prates, how for Sires hee Giants had.

This Noddy feares proud Hamans Nods, As Fooles do sprights, or Schoole-boyes Rods. But who lewd Courtiers so obserues, Loud Carters lashes Beast deserues. Another studies how to traine, More Clients in for cursed Gaine. Physitians now, and Lawyers ••oyne, To spin long Cures, and Suites for Coyne In elder dayes what by our Toyle VVas gain'd, became the Clergies spoyle. But now the Lawyers keepe a Coyne, And reape vpon their Neighbours soyle. As those did quaile, so these may fayle, Or be restrayned, without Bayle; VVhen Charity shall more preuaile, Their double-tongues some will bewayle. They worship Gold in generall: Yet some feare God, I taxe not all. But these Good-men how to discerne, VVhen needfull Suites doe vs concerne; VVe must at Noone haue Candle-light, Or Prophets gift, to saue our Right. Most Students do Trades-men resemble; Since Both for Custome can dissemble. In hugger-mugger many Bribe, Ds if they were of Magus Tribe. If such bee not in Brittane found, Let Simonists of Forraigne ground,

Redeeme their Schooles, and Cloyster-cowles, From Chaffring, and the sale of Soules. Nay, let our Foes feare gaping Hell, If Seates of Iustice they dare sell: Or if to those they Men preferre, Who formerly were knowne to Erre. In what a fearefull Case are those, Who Worldly Fortunes so dispose, As if our God were fast a sleepe? And did not see what rule they keepe? Me thinkes, I see our Fluttring Foes, Watching their time to breath in woes, Vnder pretence of seeming Good, Like him, that beares vnder one Hood A double face, with fained Grace. They blow a pace, till they get place Within the Spirits and the Blood: Where they worke Gall of humours good. This poysn'd Gall, the Soules blacke laundies, Prickes so, that Man on Cocke-horse bandies Against his God, and Natures Law, That Grafts this Rule with filiall aw: Who lets not sinne, if so he can, Consents to it a wicked man. Some yearely rayse a greater Rent, By Interest for Mony lent, Then Maltaes lew of Foes did take; For to the Bones these Men doe rake.

I blame not lawfull Permutation, (But with a sober limitation,) Vtopian-like, to barre Commerce; But common scandals I rehearse To them, who sell their Goods too deare, Or them, that sheare Christs sheepe too neere. More Lay-mens griefes I could reueale, Which shame from Muttring bids conceale. Yet wants there not some Nightingall, Like sweete Saint Paul, to touch them All. Those Practises now passe for Good, Which Noah saw before the Flood. Some Build, some Buy, some cheate, and borrow. Whilst the next Morrow steales on sorrow.