Epiloimia epē, or, The anatomy of the pestilence a poem in three parts : describing the deplorable condition of the city of London under its merciless dominion, 1665 : what the plague is, together with the causes of it : as also, the prognosticks and most effectual means of safety, both preservative and curative / by William Austin ...

THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence, In the Year of our Lord, 1665.

Part 1.

DRawing a Map of this sad place, my quill Seems in the frightful hand that writes a Will. We can't abscond or shew our Tyrant-fears; But in black robe of mourning characters.: If you agrade such, fitly, then, the while You'l with your tears, to grace them, mix a smile; And no less justly look they should be made To have, like day or emblem, light and shade.

Others to whom the thoughts of Death seem dull, Like bits cram'd down the throat, when belly's full, May know they spirit, or clear eye-sight lack, Or eyes have none, who cannot look on black. And he who now dares not be chearful, hath Great scruple, doubtless, but small heart or faith. Then, whilest I write Lifes hasty post, grim Death, Hold not my pen, nor come to stop my breath. One fully resolute no where to ramble, Now life so doubtful is, needs no preamble. Fancy — But stay, lest this offence may give, We should ask leave to write, as well as live. Some Politicians silence charge, when grief Backt with our healths chief foes, hath plaid the thief; (From Physick prove their rule, that those fare best, Who very sick lie still, and speak the least) Wisely, sure, treat on rost meat, when they finde Butcher and Cook have blandished their minde: If faring ill differs from well, their skill, Judging of other flesh, will thwart their will. That Royal Sir, who had for happy lot Gods heart, and King of politicks begot; When his great breast within was orb of fire, The breath his silence kept in, flam'd it (a) 1.1 higher:

And he who by afflictions did commence The Oracle of ••acite patience, Saw his contrasted victory o're death, Lay in the vocal vertue of his breath: His tyrannous malignant dolours gave No other choice to him, but speech or (b) 1.2 grave. When nothing else will do, complaint prevails, While pain with vapor from the mouth exhales (c) 1.3 Confession oft saves life; when we endure The smartest sores, our crying turns the cure: Deep (d) 1.4 wound to hide and lock up closely, will Such safety be, as to preserve it still. In dang'rous sickness then to hold ones peace, Is like mute sleep to nourish the disease. Your * 1.5 septum lucidum a while yet keep Lockt to our woe, do'nt grudge us time to weep. Who think our setting sun most fitly seems So painted, as to cast his longest beams: That Plague with Cause and Cure most modey goes, When in a large grave cloak of mourning prose: Such on the subject will refuse to hear Metre, Apollo twitches by the ear. He, who with smiling chear on musicks hill Playes to the sick his therapeutick Skill,

Invigors flaccid body, drooping soul With his illustrious rayes and chants them whole. He licence gives, who Poët and Musician The pleasant is all-curing God Physician.

〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉. Inventum medicina suum est, opisexque per orbem Dicitur: herbarum & subjecta potentia vati. — Ex illo didicerunt funera primum, Differre & gelidae vitare pericula mortis.

Fancy when blub-cheek't Boreas does strain To make a dreadful tempest on the Main; When the Sea Arms in mutiny require Oceans to quench their element of fire: Waters on waters horridly are laid, As first they lay before the World was made. Pretending ne're to be suffic'd with men, They gape, as if they'd gorge the world agen Their gulfey mouths rocks open and provoke, Opposing Rocks with dea••'ning noise and smoke: Wave murthers wave, then suddenly does bur•• With briny thirst to be its neighbours urne. This drinks that's blood, dies then, anew does rowl••▪ As if it had imbib'd the others soul. Iupiter, Neptune, Mercury together Joyn, as of old, to wander God ••nows whither. Neptune with all his forces does arise, To take Auxiliaries from the Skies:

The bottom of the Sea confusely thrown Upward, contemns the mountains in the Moon. Deep answers deep; the waters there and here, Above and under heaven compose one sphere: When rabid winds, like Furies wak't from sleep, Design the ruine of poor floating ship. O're Hell the billows boiling, how the wrack Inebriates the mates with toil and tack! Some torn from mast, a while with sails proud top They flye, and then like Icarus they drop Others reel from the bark on either hand, And sink where faithless Peter could not stand. Here one with fear freely resigns his breath, Another there, tir'd out, is forc't to death: Ralph hastily following Clem's call and beck, Justles 'gainst Sam, and thumps him over deck Like the known sport on Venice bridge or boat, A * 1.6 Castellane against a Nicholote: Or in a formal combat, as if he Killing before he dy'd should victor be. Some past all hopes of life, grown desperate, Quickly to b' out of pain, conspire with Fate; The ship falls as she rides, and faintly speaks Her inward bleeding wounds by sundry leaks: The sail first tears, and then the stately mast, Like some great tumbling house, exclaims its last.

Now vessel cast at Boreas his foot, Bursts, as a fir'd. Granado, all about; One then on th' other takes fast hold, & neither Scapes, but like oake and Ivie, dye together. To bouy them up a whil••, each broken piece They fasten on, and stick like Solon Geese; Sporting there with their limbs at stake, they're soon Lost to some Shark, that tears them one from one: If no such greedy couzening gamester come, They drop into the mare mortuum. Like blossoms in the spring, that some sharp cold Hath sorely nipt, they quickly loose their hold. Thus 'tis with us, our dearest darling breath, The air we take, is not our life but death; That by which we should nimbly kick up heel••, Spread sails to post along, inverts our keels: In ev'ry moment of swift time, we have Surges and ravening fishes for our grave. Destiny ha's the learn'd Physicians trick, And by consent of most, lives by the sick; Lies as an infant swadled up in bands, Who for her help uses her parents hands; Thousands kills daily: yet, as if her powers Were too too weak alone, makes use of ours, Such are luxurient cluster'd grapes; and such Fruit hoarded up, rots others by the touch: As readily as flint and steel, we make Fire: are as spark and tinder, touch and take

As did of old those (a) 1.7 fought with heaven, so we; Each is his fellows murthering enemy. See when in fight Mars ragingly does ride Through armed ranks to triumph on each side; When ev'ry noise being voic'•• with fire and smoke, Sounds dismally, as when 〈◊〉〈◊〉 heart is broke: Souldier on souldier in distracted ire Tumbles, like unbound faggots on the fire. One deeply wounded, dead friend does bemoan, Till he fall on him for his burying stone. Like Partridge chicken-tail'd, that you retrive, Here and there drop those can no longer live. Here stands a stradling Hector, that hath lost As many collops as old pissing post; At last with others he's compell'd to yield His body to be pavement to the field. Some nimbly rifle others; then as those Who took the golden treasure at Talouse: Another wounds them; so they fall down where They spoil, as under load too big to bear. They see their friends expire, but must no•• have Life so long to be witness to their grave. Who glory most in valour or in strength, Cannot inch time out longer the•• their length. One's sent t' eternal silence, while his jaws Stretch wide in his victorious friends applause,

Another heartning of his neighbour, feels His own faint wounded soul run down his heels. Thus we (God help us) our sick warfare finde, Being fruit that hang but till the first brisk winde. We're standing-corn to day, then by and by With sickle cut; we do but live to dye. Where the iudicious make but a retreat, Timerous vulgar crowds have their defeat: One seeing how they tremble as they stand, Would think they were on * 1.8 Gabians quaking land. They goods imprison in each chest and hutch, As if they were made guilty by their touch: As tim'rously they talk, look pale and stare, As if they had been frighted by the air. E're they do firmly stablish their intents, First shittle-cock and stool-ball arguments: They're bid to slye, and then they're bid to stay, And so are hail'd and tortur'd ev'ry way. Some strive to change, at least, their vote Pro∣rogue; But the far greater number bears the vogue: Should pelf, say they, so far with us prevail, As to out-weigh our lives in th' other scale▪ Linger we here like Archimede, till we Circle our selves out of all Geometry? No, Balak bids, where God shows angry face, To build him altar in another place.

Let's therefore lock up all, and hasten out, And so they turn the sail, and ta••k about: Both of them and their goods we are bereft, While their fear seems concomitant to theft. They run to hide their heads in ev'ry hole, As if their bag and baggage they had stole. Have y' ever seen a routed army, how They mount up head and tail like cap'ring cow; Bound as Tre-ding-te-do, or as when shot Falls in the rear, and rouzes lazie Wat? Leap hedge, then fall in ditch, scape ditch, and then Flounce into bog: then out, and in agen? Think us as light of heel, as wilde and mad. As new hatcht Partridge of the Tribe of Gad. But as unlucky birds, it is our lot, That scarce one of a flock escapes the shot. Haply we're safe the first day of our flight, But go into our winding-sheet at night: So have I seen poor panting hunted deer, Wounded by fatal arrows here and there, Sigh, flye, winde, turn; but does as vainly fret, As rambling Coney struggles in a net, Heightens her dole, and after all her course, The life she'd save is torn from her by force: From her own self she posts away apace, And makes the greater speed to lose the race. By those infectious fires that she flyes, Like squib i'••h' air quickly consumes, she dyes. Physick's suspended now, you'l soon see why, As herbs, their season come, hung up to dry:

No man that sells his wisdom here will be, Where Patient dies e're he can come for fee. You must allow that they who Iudges sit On life and death, should go the circuit. What would a man chides the Physician have? What should he do where he wants skill to save▪ It cannot be honest or wise mans part, To meddle with a thing beyond his art. The Plague being out of humane power, doth prove, That there's infallibly a God above. To see men die, and never make complaint, More then by Purge or Pill, would fright a Saint. Pitty with fear would move an heathens sense, And bring his frailty to his conscience: 'T would make him as a Christian Physician, Try well the Simples of his Composition. Smpling's a part of Physick; and you know, Solomon said, take simples where they grow: Doctors must needs be wanted where they'r gone, For all the Countrey's strangely liver-grown. The sorrow that to us does intervene, Makes us extreamly troubled with the Spleen: Much honesty and kindness they do show; Telling us all their minde before they go. They say mox, longè, tardè, and thus put, As wise men should, their Iliads in a nut: Who is not satisfi'd with this, may fret, Till Passion prove his antidote by Sweat. A medicine that is taken e're 'tis given, Good to drive out their ••ld ••and druggy) leaven.

If any with their Lord have mercy's ble••t, He may get Parish-Priest to do the rest. Physicians so into Divins will run, And then exhale as Spirits in the Sun. They'd reprehended be to go away; Like those who would not heal on Sabbath day: Withdraw from the disease their helpful skill, When it hath got the greatest force to kill: Claim so great same of us, and when they come To merit, leave their titles in their room. Like distant spreading trees, some sinking wretch Reaching out to, does onely shadow catch: But none can be dishonour'd, sham'd, or shent, For wanting his full power they represent. They never were intended such renown, To have with Doctors style great Natures crown. They're still but Mortals, who our crazy harms Are not to help by miracles or charms: Their absence intimates they do endure ••ardship with detriment for Patients cure; And for the good of Nature are design'd To help her work * 1.9 that way she's most inclin'd. Their Patients their co-partners they make; The prescripts they give them, themselves they take. What though the air comon as water be, Iordan could serve to cure the Leprosie.

Those that have care of souls, have bodies And these must be provided for, you know. Therefore that honest neighbor do'nt esteem One next himself the farther off from him: They tell him, what no Heathen is so strict, Learned or wise to have wit to contradict: That vertuous man can ne're offend or sin, Who makes his Charity at home begin. So having pleasur'd those that would complain As with thick cloak against a showre of rain; That blessing want not, which the sick require, Make us as happy as we can desire. E're they depart, bid us adieu, and thus Leave God, the best Physician, with us: They leave us; and we well do know the matter, That shepherds, when the sheep are smitten, scat∣ter. Who t' Aaron now or Moses make address, As of old, seek them in the Wilderness: Wh••re no more Grove-Idolatry we'l fear, Since Levites, who Gods judgements dread, are there. We wonder not they leave us thus alone, That Prophets fail us, since the Law is gone. We would reprove them well to leave us here, Like Priest and Levite v••lned passenger; If they, should people ••each, could not abide I•• town or life to have the ••ext apply'd: If where they cannot save, they sh••uld employ Their brea••h and lucubrations to destroy:

If they with fear should have so little grace, To think themselvs▪ less sinners for their place: Were not the bodies of the Saints as dear In life, as are their Reliques any where. Did Pastor not for Sheep in such mishaps, To shew them way of safety, break the gaps; And was that Patriark conquer'd God, so brave T' orecome Death, and not halt into his grave. The Law dispersed sundry wayes, invites, As did the Infant Gospel, Proselytes. Each Inns of Court, shut fast up, seems to you Mysterious as Synagogue of Iew. Conveighancer is at Surveighers hand; As both in field design'd to measure land. If any quarrels betwixt neigbours breed, Lawyer no more then Conjurer he'l need: For in a short time he may lay his life, One or both parties die, so end the strife. We'd blame these Do••s to leave us in a State, O're-power'd by th' uncivil laws of Fate: To back the bench and bar, relax and thaw This bitter biting weather, from the Law. Many would shrewdly chide them for their pains, Condition'd they'd but left them so much brains. Who serv'd the Tabernacle did not fail, They say, to keep it with vail over vail. The Court disbands, as if the rule of state Were like some long worn fashion, out of date.

Each Officer, like a Diagoras, Studies the difference 'twixt place and place: How he with safety farthest may recule. From those relate the nearest to his rule. They fly, as if our judgement were the same With Sodom and Gomorrah's sulphure flame: These fain we'd blame, I know not why, unless We thought our Plague on them would make it less. (As if by our ill husbandry w' had found, That their deep channels well might drain our ground.) Like such would all things with one measure meet, Stand on our head, or have our hands our ••eet: When finding we're exceeding ill, we wo'd Finde fault with those could never do us good. After we have rebell'd, we angry are, That in our punishment they take no share: When for our stubborness we're scourged thus, We'd cry, Our Rulers wo'nt be rul'd by us. But we see Nature kindely takes our part. To keep untainted liver, brain, and heart. When Haracans blow us away, heaven s••rowds The heads of lofty mountains in the clouds. We see in gloomy rempests each fair light Adorns those Orbs above, withdraws from sight▪ And when to Earth Heavens Parliament did vote Plague-grave of rain, the Ark did safely float.

Bacchus & Ceres worthies, such who shine By th' agile, jovial raies of Ale and Wine; Haunt Tipling-booths, & serve, as many think, To talk up vap'ring spirits in the drink: Or, as most modern authors phrase it, stand To gage the Liquor-casks with sword in hand: Till in their file they fall, as not being fickle Till in their foyl they fall, as not being fickle To quit their service, though they sleep in pickle. Of these (whom one listing, affirm'd it truly, They were as numerous as Flies in Iuly) Some few are left, but most are gone, we see, To teach rurigine Bumkins Cocks can neigh: He's but a Craven-cock who cannot brave, Unless he may his own known Dunghil have. So great a tempest beating on our Shore, No wonder if the fields and meadows roar. What place can you suppose fitter to yield Such fruit as Wildings be, then hedge or field? Transplant them, or if you do them inest, Much sweetness they acquire, and prove the best: None can couragious spirit qualifie, Better then with the Countrey honesty. Aug••as Stable still had been unclean, Had Hercules ne're from his City been. These should be blam'd; for now when Night is drest, They ••ail to tell the spangles in her vest:

Leave us the sad reversion of their wars, (And in their stead) to combat with the stars. They should be blam'd, for being now so scar'd; As to leave City without welt or guard: Did not their flight their ramage prowess meet Friendly, and by their care prove it discreet: Show by their retrospection that they've sense Of after world, as men of Conscience; And to our charity commend their fear, As such have not courage enough to hear. They'd be in fault, if with their souls they do Trust God, and do not with their bodies too: Did not they signifie each of them strives For future justice to preserve their lives. The Tr••des are in their Hieroglyphicks now, Their Shops, Halls, Signs, lest onely for a show. Their progress they are gone to sundry parts, T' instruct rude countrey towns, and sowe their arts. They swarm in great ones, and are fixed there As if our sad, foul weather made their fair. The onely thriving trade that one can tell here Lives by the dead, (as Hangman) Coffin-seller; You judging of this mystery, must know, That sturdy Smith, who lives by thump and blow, Shoemaker, Chandler, Glover, Baker, Grocer, And she makes shirts, & lives by Yes and No Sir▪ All these, with almost eve'ry money-taker, Are summ'd and tomb'd up in a Coffin-maker.

As each Disease when the Plague rages, is Turn'd to the Plague; so all trades turn to this. At ev'ry door stand marshall'd in array Biers, as greenboughs are planted there in May. Trades would be blam'd; for going out of town, They take our Cities glorious Standard down. That Standard Fame for news shews forreign Kings Each new day, and relyes upon for wings; Enchants Erinnyes Snakes with rage to greet Each other till their Cadmus teeth do meet. Can e're they Londons interest repay, Though they should work on ev'ry Holy-day? Do they want tools, or make they tail of bricks. That to the woods they go to pick up sticks? Do they now for the want of Prentises, To Countrey go to be supply'd with these? To their new streets inhabitants to win, Fly they as Coy-ducks to bring others in? As tir'd and heartless must they take their ease▪ And like poor land lie fallow to encrease? Or should the grass in ev'ry street be seen Florid and verdent as in Bedlam-green? With vacive houses do they lay a wile For wandring Iews usurp them may the while? Or sayes some Prophet that great Turkish rac•• They may beget by changing of their place▪ No, no; who'l neither pitty nor excuse Others great loss, deserves himself to lose.

You'd scarce count such an Artisan discreet, Knows how to use his hands, and not his feet▪ When ev'ry one into the Countrey flyes, Trades here are wheels without their axel-tree•• Th' imbellick and meticulous they were By th' ancient laws exempted from the war. It is not alwayes fear makes men retire, Nor alwayes cold that drives them to the fire. Muff upon glove, and gate with door to house Speak pleasure, mode, convenience, grace and use Who hath good words, will spare some to his neigbour▪ And bless as well those rest, as those that labour Who by h••s birth and calling too is free, Hath double right to lawful liberty. Well bak't bread hath good crust as well as crumb And he writes best that hath his elbow rome. They get by their departure no disgrace: The place did not make them, they made th•• plac•• Men honour have not places, unless those Where we bare head, or pull off hose and shoes. His place must out of measure him bewitch, Makes altar that does daily kiss his breech. When any at deaths point their dear lives crave What power ha's that idol then to save? City should such preserve who give it fame, Which from those 't would destroy it canno•• claim.

If they be rich, long service ushers gain, That bows low to their hand, and thanks their brain. If they have honour, 'tis not their renown, More then their labours crops & vertues crown. When calm bright day with beauty to express, The most resplendent robe in glory's dress, Varying her look and tire, with lightning, thunder, Hail, wind & clouds, changes admirers wonder, What fault have those, whose luckless dwell∣ings lie For quarter to such plundring enemy? Yet all for sake not home, but thousands stay, Who ne're go out of Parish bounds to pray. Haply (as who'd not wish?) when plague is o're, May most be blest to multiply a score. London's not in Cimmerian darkness then, But robb'd of light to be return'd agen. Its richly furnisht buildings seem to th' eye, Like ships that in safe port at anchor lie. Principle 'bides secure from all abuse, Onely a while it wants a little use. Who with malignant sickness is at strife, Ha's hardest task can be in humane life. None learns to tutour Fate; nor can be said Lord of his life with master of his trade. Who needs will cavil, when the sea a pace Po••ts o're the bank he sits, should keep h••s place.

Or when he sees some fire-drake does assail His face, neither hide that nor turn his tail. Abroad we see huge Pindus's of men, spight As if the deluge were to fall agen. While (prais'd be God) he from Fates rage and Tenderly keeps (unquencht) our Israels light, We're l••ke that people, when the vulgar throng Took the dim••nsions of * 1.10 right and wrong. We'd clamor at those mounts, but that we know The vales would loudly eccho bac•• our woe. And e're we can with words our envious pride Advance, our stolid vanity deride. They should be blam'd, did not our reasons seem To call them back in a sophistick dream. Can aught within arts verge be found or made To wh••t our wit or judgement to perswade? We should be blam'd, and we our selves should blame, Did not confession aggravate our shame: And make our own insimulating breath, Sub'tly ally us to a double death. 'Tis not our stay, but our disorder'd pranks, Betray our lives, like troups have broke their ranks. Such are our frantick fits, they cry to have For whip and scourge no Bedlam but the grave.

We who remain, seeing each attinent Deaf to our kindest words, remove his tent: Friends were as dear as flesh can be to bone, Or heart to bosome, leave us all alone: That when we have the greatest need to use Their friendship, then the love-knot should un∣loose: In bitter windes, when't hails and rains and snows, Then to be rob'd and stript of all our clothes: That men and money temper'd are alike, As cold to help as hard to move or strike: That we should find our richest heaps so scant, That they but serve to minde us of our want. As one to Westminster some stranger brings, To view the wealthy Sepulcher of Kings. The beauteous bulk & countenance of weal••h, Personless and without the soul of health: That our bags, when most heavy, should be found Onely of weight to weigh our hearts to ground: Since th' eye assures us now we must not think 'Twill look on us unless in paint or ink; And th' ear no other words from us will hear, But such as may be currant with its fear: Takes from our mouths onely such gales as may Carry its rocking vessel forth our bay: T' expect succour from son, as well one m••ght Dayes sun expect at deadest time of n••ght.

Who seeks one for his blessing, as his son, For blessing comes to Church when Church is done. No mothers tender hand nor pitteous smile Over her own dear bowels while they broil. No wife to comfort. With the body heart First dies, as senseles••: then head dies apart. Sister, brother, husband not more disclaim Their kindred, then the hearing of their name. In their assistance all no better are, Then th' empty eccho answers from afar. In neigh••ours house we think to give our mone That ••ase and scope it findes not it our own. With open mouth we run forth; but the door Answers our mouth as it was shut before Then haste we to acquaintance, who the worst Fearing, had took th' alarum to be horst. To send them gifts, would seem such flattery As theirs, who court old men with gifts to die▪ Carriers too are in like cross reslive mood, Neither with words nor presents to be woo'd. As if they should be prest here, did they come, To carry biers to grave, they stay at home. Finding our selves each one as left pe••du, In la••yrinth without Ariadne's clue; And having for our bitter sole relief, Musings, suspitions, malady and grief: All things without and in us full of woe, We'd succour beg, but from whom do not know.

Then like such totally subjected are To th' effrene, maniack manage of despair, With ev'ry rule we are at mortal strife Would draw us from th' anomaly of life: Orders confound, and morals send to beg In fields and woods, with neither arm nor leg. As if reason were stupid sloth to feel Aculeate spur, we place it at our heel. Justice and dignity we onely put Before, to take the first place of our foot. In harming others, that we harm not less Our selves, we murther our own consciences. Then when our souls tell-clocks are husht, that we Without remorse, may sleep in villany; We dream of nothing but such freaks as they Usually act who with the Fairies play. What may unriddled folly be▪ else what On others name or body leaves a spot. To scape the Plague we see lascivious Dame, Who gives it us, but by another name. We surfeit and luxuriate till the Pest, Though not invited, boldly shares the feast. This pledges us our healths that freely spare Liquor of life to the infected air. We give our selves to each enormity, Will let us have the least ado to die: Our valour, since we'd try what would come on't, So favour•• as to place us in the front.

We list under such vices seldom fail, But speedily do with the Plague prevail. They such be nothing have to do with it, As we suppose, no more then flyes with meat. Such as no more will let us feel our bane, Then did Vitellius his bouzing vain. No more with plague confederates are then Cloiste•• With Market, Sword with Quaker, Lark with Oyster. The Captain Zophyrus his project hath Like President to school our cheated faith. As he, so thèy lead us with friendly word; But yet at last consign us to their Lord. By Searchers we are govern'd, such as feel Whether a man be made of wood or steel. They're pilgrim-weemen-seers, who can tell, Not whether one be bound for heaven or hell, But what's of more importance, many think, To know the ill and wellfare of his chink. They prate not much of health, as others, but Are of the Gentle-craft to fit his foot. Speedily they prepare him for the grave, And then take measure of what e're he have. Confess and then absolve him all alone, With power as much as ever had Pope Ioan. Better that you may know with theirs our state, They may be tearm'd the middle magistrate. Not for their sex but wayes: for they'l be sure To come betwe••n heir and executour:

Just in the center fall, where's understood What ever can be valued as good. They fear no rebel forces may them brave; For none will strive with them for what they have They're Captains of th' Amazonian shades, Whose dismal territories none invad••s. For all their age, they're left us for a breed, Serving us alwayes at our greatest need: Serve dying man to multiply his store, Increasing with what he can use no more. Ingender with the dead: as on a tomb The Spaniard did with the Popes † 1.11 neece in Rome. Whom shall we spend our breath more to commend, Then one is left our last and onely friend? They are our friends beyond what can be said; For they do not forsake us when we're dead: Our spirits awe and keep our ghosts in fear: As you may see by the small wand they bear. With Searcher, Nurse and Quack too rule our state, To make compleatly a Triumvirate. Her Politicks are not from Aristotle, But from the grave, the purse, the bag and bottle.

Her task is hard: therefore one must allow Her food as much as if he were her plough. Her danger being great, he cannot think, Her analeptick worse then Spanish drink. Though she take many a preservative, Quick silver's that which keeps her best alive. Her daily pay as commonly is known, As hers that lover serves for half a crown. Her hands, to take, are nu•• hooks, and her feet, As ready are to run for winding-sheet. She keeps the sick from want, which she doe•• ward Off so, it can't touch her who is his guard. Narcoticks are the best th••ngs he can keep By him: for she thrives best when he's asleep. He never chides her: nor indeed is't reason He should; for well he knows 'tis out of season. Pas••ion uncurb'd by fear is mast••ve dog, To raging fury left and freed from clog. The Pestilence like Frigo•• then will ride, Hard goaded in the poop with ••inde and tide. And soon his lifes dear longing he may loose, Who for his Nurse is nice to pick and choose. Suppose such are as scarce as may be ••are In corn that's weeded well: one here, one there. Discarded nurse may do him as much harm, As Devil sent away without a charm. For want of Nurses think as many sholes Of sick have died, as hops without their poles.

For her neglect or absence his content Is patience, as best fitting patient. He'l ne're give out she kill'd him: for 'tis said, He's to be alwayes silent when he's dead. And while he lives, Nurses he'l never curse, Knowing few good, most bad, and many worse. Quietly h••'l conclude she's such a thing About his person, as is plague-sore ring. You now to know the mystery of Quack. May jumble walnuts in a musty Jack. As many knick-knacks, many will avouch it, Lurk in his brain, as in a Tinkers budget. Now be'nt in wrath to see Quack hindmost here. Greatness and office put him in the reer. Knowing not to lead, he is not first nor middle; Having no soul of harmony to fiddle. Therefore, as best of all to please your taste, Like sugar after physick, comes at last. He or some for him, setting out a throat, The patches speak in Tom of Bedlams coat. As variously his pedigree he brings, As flies from sorts of reptils take their wings. He never broke his brains to know or bear A Doctors trouble, who runs here and there; But his first principles: that you may think He's knowing man to deal with pen and ink. He was bred up to keep accounts, or know The subtlety of weavers art or so. But since counts fail, and ends are broke, he layes A new design, and falls to vary phrase.

By Physick he thinks best he may prevail; So What d'ye lack, he turns to What d'ye a•••• Finding his Hate sink, and almost past hope, His spirits like brave souldier, musters up: Resolves to save himself, or by some limb Catch others, and so make them fall with hi•••• Then without farther thought, or needlesly Hackny'ng his breech to th' Vniversity, As rebel Coblers in the Pulpit where, He from the shop steps into Doctors chair. So when some course old Holland napkin ro••••, 'Tis dish••lout turn'd, and serves to scowre th•• po••••▪ What hurt do m••ny medicines, well is known, Therefore to mend this fault, he hath but one▪ Somewhat that on diseases foul will fall, And like the fire consum•• and conquer all. Some water, pill or powder can give birth To wonders: bring out all things like the earth: Somewhat can mollifie the hardest corn, And straight the windings of a crumpl'd horn. With his rule he can take Pauls height, or use To lay found••tion to a winking house. The guts that do but learn his skill in part, Are thought the close Meanders of his art. The bodies eve'ry limb and bowel greet With as m••ch prid•• his worth, as gouty feet. His instrument's a saw, nail, scowrer, rammer, Wedge, chissel, plane, cord, bellows, forge and hammer

Oft 'tis but one: but hath as many joynts, As merchant's shop with rattles, pins & points. Expect his ware not new and in the fashion, But what as old is as dissimulation. Under a new name vampt, as strange appears, As when the Farrier cuts off h••rses ears. As when for your convenience you do Turn heel down, and make slipper of a s••ooe. To ev'ry form and thing change this he can; As Iesuite, they say, is ev'ry man. Like ••erpent with its old skin off, it is Just as some new-born issue, christned his. Lest barren he by others be revil'd, For heir of arts, fathers anothers ch••lde. He's very humble, you must under••and, Taking his fees by others underhand. Whether his calling lawful be'nt or be, H' ha's luck to finde a lawful deputy. Some Bookseller or Pothecary, these Till he fare better, finde him bread and cheese. These two, while he at tick-tack, p••ssage, ••u••••, Is diligent, make money of his stuff, While he consults to make his golden calves, As Iero••oam did, they go his halves. You've seen an highway gelding turn to jade, So does his doctors science turn to trade. Of these he learns to set himself out bigger, And binde his phrase in form, if not in figure. They for his credit will not let him lack Hard words would break a pl••wmans teeth to crack.

To trim him up they are his looking-glass; Or serv•• as scowring sand to bright his brass. If he outlive the times, he'l never blush In meaner habit then of rival plush. A Doctors fellow he for wealth will be, In judgement onely of a low degree. Mean while his prescript and his physick form, As † 1.12 Hymeneus speech, proves canker-worm: Mangies our purse, eludes our life, and hath Authority to stigmatize our faith. And he himself, as his great acts may tell; Like * 1.13 Iambres is monky of miracle. These are the times in which he must com∣mence, Being to the Plague a very pestilence. This is our tott'ring three-leg'd stool we've found For fine device to tumble on the ground. Upon these three we lean our painful heads, As in a ••esuites chamber with three beds. Here young and handsome maids fearles•• to fall, Keepin the street great distance from the wall▪ Walk in the midst the way alone, as though They might conceive if any near them go: As if they in great danger were to get For plague, great belly by the men they met. A long streets length blind man may walk in dream, And not a louse give any touches him.

Each Change, now chang'd, fast barri∣cado'd is, As Ianus Temple in the times of peace. Their flanting gallantrie•• hide all their heads, As wh••n gay flowers ••ink into their bed••. As when an old mans feet in frosty weather, To make nest warm, lie crumpled up together. Where we had Pater noster in our way, We sighing now, Ora pro nobis say. Many not broke by trade, but break∣ing that For change of life in far more honour'd state; Knowing the great advantage by't, before They die, desire their Will hang out at door: Gift door with prophesie, how it may teach Others the dying discipline they preach. Perswade more after them, that they may find•• They've little reason long to stay behinde: Invite them there to dwell, and so become The first door to their sempiternal ••ome. When one dies in an house, the rest th••y get Abroad, and then the grave is to be let. None count it strange that money should be given For p••ss••ge makes the nearest way to heaven. Those well have liv'd, and so are si•• to die, Atropus there can teach her mystery. They help and do her service in the place. For many hands make work go ••n apa••e.

But patch and paint do'nt alwayes joyn, nor are All faces in disgrace for mark of scar. House neither goods nor master wants: for he Secures his venter by a policy: Rules it by poliza, scrip••, twine or clue, Can easily his labyrinth undoe. It onely serves as ticket to the master, To go to raise his faith in change of pasture: Intreats house may not be by any thought Upon account of chance or time in fault. 'Tis ornamental-frize that by its place, Insinuates the praye••'s turn'd to grace: Imboldens fear. And none the Tenant will Blame, house secur••s t' himself by bond or bill. 'Tis to be let, as I••abella is, When wife to Tristram, by antiphrasis. 'Tis to be let, i.e. be let alone To tenant, ha's ear-markt it for his own. A Souldier stands at m••ny doors with spear, As if black Pluto had his palace there. Or that the souldier must his weapons carry, Being deaths life-guard and stipendiary. As though wi••h our profession we would vaunt We members are of the Church militant. Halberts and spears stand watching there alone, Whil•• guard as fear'd with their own arms are gone. They seem Dodona's grove, to speak a law, L••ke Oracle to force one to withdraw.

Not that any design'd with him to fight; But as if master of those arms were spright. Think of the watchmans service, and he shows But as a man of clouts to fright the crows. Like gazing person in the market, who Sits kicking heels, and nothing ha's to doe. What cares he if his porch and fort you take, When plaguey victor champion's at his back? But he, say we suppose him strong and stous, Keeps not the sick within, though others out. As i•• sick persons swell'd t' a mig••ty state, To let them out, he's porter at the gate: Thinks it hard nature to withhold those, who Would of the world but take leave e're they go. So up and down among the rest they crowd, Now in then out, as sun that's under cloud: To earth perswade us with touch, sigh and groan, As if't were mortal sin to die alone. Swarming like bee•• on ev'ry h••rb they fall, Not to get honey, but disperse their gall: Est••em it light where ever they resort, If they revive Ioab and Abners sport. As in a dance where many go the round, One falling pulls down others to the ground. Coa••hes and Carts (our plague in health) we are Free from, as if the stones they must not wear. And these as clean from use are kept, as though Ev'ry d••y were to be the Lord Major•• ••how.

The coaches left, scare us to see them come In mourning towards us like gaping tomb. So sorrowful a spectacle to one They seem, as body when the soul is gone. They look as if they penitently mourn'd, Because they had their m••sters overturn'd: For sake of business, pastime, friend or wife▪ Carried him quite beyond the stage of life. As if not ghost as is the common talk) But, when a man is dead, his house must walk. So sadly do they look and mope about, As if pleasure were turn'd the inside out. Those open shops sell any ware or stuff In Cheapsi••e, now do make it dear enoug••. They're very few; and that there may be mad•• Good bargain, you'l scarce find two of a trad•• Most nail'd and lockt up are, and seem to you Like picture buildings can't be lookt into: Presents seal'd up and ready to be sent Where e're their Landlords are to take th•••••• ren•• One gazing on them easily b••lieves, Whose e're they be, they're very fit for thiev•••• Stranger might think all the week long we kee•• Some solemn feast, as Holy-day of sleep. That all the day we lo••kt up night, and lackt Nothing to know 'twas noon but to be wake•• Did Cesar now enter our City gate, His prize would make him think h' had fou•••• a che•••• Doubtles•• he'd loose it all, and in derision Go out agen for want of opposition.

Our C••sh-bank's dry, so little is there in 't, That parts abr••••d bring money to our mint. Our treasury and glutted souls delight Devour'd such wealth, now craves the Widows mite. As if like * 1.14 corn sacks of the fathers: so we Had fast when dead, in our mouth•• all our money. As if t' appease the manes, wi••h the dead All his whole substance too were buried: Or for the last abuse of worldly store, As if the rich did die to starve the poor. So ••ast we die, so poor live, that what's sent To feed us, on our burials is spent. Our gaudy robes can make no better brag••, Then from each shire to be supply'd with rags. Nature's inverted. For this place, the heart Should feed, is fed by ev'ry other part. Unless you'l say the waters from the Main To rivers run, do but refund again. But so our Ocean does the rivers need, That most of us seem of tru•• beggars breed. Strangers for alms we thankfully do greet Abroad, and here beg of the next we meet. Beggar hunts benefactor: yet no worse He'd handle him then meerly take h••s purse. I have been sick these thirteen dayes, sayes one, And now, like bird from nest am newly flown.

Good Sir, another cries, have pitty on me: For I, God wot, have five plague-sores upo•• me Thus benefactor fear'd dares make no stay, So Charity with Iustice flyes away. Two dayes and nights fires in our stree•• did bur••▪ To light th' infectious spirits to their urn. Three dayes by order they should have bee•• ther••. But to be out of pain of life and fear, Like niggards who to their last end arrive, We would not be at so much charge to live. The fires were after president of such Old grandsires, knew what fire was by th•• touc•• But the Plague being in our flagitious lives, And as the creature that in fire survives; God with our sacrifice would not be pleas'd The physi••k e're should touch the part diseas'•• By night and day the dead walk ev•••••• wher•• As if th•• day of doom drew very near. Dīs shows us his black princes in the dead, Being more tall then others by the h••••d, As they are softly carried on their way, Death seems to make triumphant ••oly-day. Many attend them to the graves, are taught How to come there next day; so then ar•• brough••

As if sins punishment with sin did meet, To be alike infectious and sweet. Thus, as such in their duty are well read, We do but let the † 1.15 dead bury the dead. The doleful Parish-bell all night and day Beating, as pulse, its sickness does betray. Mortality all sermon•• does contain. As ev'ry silver ••ountain courts the Main. All divine rayes are center'd in this text; As amply round us ••preads as heavens convex. T' illustrate holy Scripture well, his breath Best does it to the life, best sets forth death. The Gospels full summe and epitomy, To prove life's warfare is Prepare to di••. In this the graves great ••ubile, we choose No place but Church-yard for our rendesvouze. We need not, when our li••e begin•• to fail, Fall straight to dig our graves with tooth and nail; Nor stay till we are by some long disease Consum'd: we may in grave walk when we please. Who goes from street to street in City, roam••, ••ike the possessed man among the tombs. No subtle wit th' ••••fernal God betrayes, Whose palace gate lies open nights and dayes. His meskites porch opens to all that come; To s••ay and be prepar'd to hear their doom,

There we receive the vapour and th•• st••am Of those we lost before; so follow them. Graves mouths gape wide along our way, to force At least, invite us to our lives last course. And that a lonely place may not displease, They've room to welcome many families. Though we before our exit from the womb Lay there alone, we're crowded in the tomb: Wisely they leave graves open to the dead, 'Cause some too early there are brought t•• b•••• Those there we thought bid us their last adi•••• Before they can repent, are born anew. They wa-king speak, thinking they may be bold Wanting their clothes, to say they are a cold. One out of trance return'd, after much stri••e Among a troup of dead, exclaims for life. One finding himself as some m••id, hard lace't Or as •• Watch for pocket, straitly case't, Equally terrifi'd with pain and fear, Complains to those can neither speak nor hea•• One having broke his elbows, heels and toe•• Continues on th•• alarum with his nose. Another he instead of lice and fleas, Feeling himself worse pincht in little ease, Dejected with arms hanging, whines a ditty, Like pris'ner goes to suffer, Psalm of pitty: Having with cold and speaking lost his throat, Makes noise as bird that sings his rural note.

One too too weak to raise his aking head, Throws of the sheet when friends have sold his bed. Another not being us'd to silent life, Calls daughter Doll, maid Sue, and Kate his wife. At last they come and gape to what is said: Like unlearn'd clowns that hear a letter read. They cry for help, as if they had disgrace By lying there, or did not like their place. They seem as favours to the world agen Sent, to convert their * 1.16 sinful brethren. We fear no grave (if we may, dying) for though Buried to day, we may arise to morrow. The day of judgement can be no surpriz••. For graves gape wide, and the sepulchred rise. By grinning heads that are be••ore us hurl'd From thence, we're scorn'd and ••louted from the world. D••ath shews us not h••s teeth to scare, but kill; As morglayes bare'd to execute his Will. These when our plotting heads would work our pride To great designs, our policy deride. When we laugh much, our fellow sceleton Shews us our sides we hold, from bone to bone.

When the world makes us sigh, lament & cry, Memento mori's alwayes in our eye. The Stygian lake receives agen new birth, And makes pro••ound eruptions from the earth. Brimstone V••suvius and AE••na have Vaste † 1.17 Gaetan••an channels in each grave. Heaven rains down scorpions, while the eart•• presumes To stifle us with deletery fumes. We cannot quench or cool that flaming breath The air swells up our lungs with, but by death. In our choice drink we do the Lethe taste, And our dear bread is made of arsnick paste. The flesh we eat gives us with strength bu•• powe•• To feed tho••e greedy wolves our hearts devour. We're as AEgystus sons; or such cross guest Found in the wilderness a dying feast. We stew, ••ake, boil, with such success to follo•• To those that eat, as when there's * 1.18 mors in olls. Warm vest, like robe of Hercules was wet In Nessus blood, procures deaths icie sweat. Each thing Paul said was † 1.19 law••ul, though no•• fi•• Now's so forbid, we dye by touching it. Letter of friend long life and perfect health Gives us in wish, takes both away by stealth.

Though't bring us gold as Palamede's, each groat Is for the carriage paid to Charo••s boat. It treason shows, and payes us our last meed, While sadly we our condemnation read. We finde by this exitial surpr••ze, The whole Creation's turn'd our enemies. And to speak our condition at the best, Our City's meerly but great house of Pest. To seem, though foes to all, t' our selves good friends, (Holding all day our noses by the ends) Some mixed drugs or herbs together bound We smell: as if we stank above the ground. Our rooms with sulphure fumes are smoke't and air'd, As if for Purga••ory we prepar'd. Our life, of which we can be sure of no where, So passive is, we do not act but suffer. We who are not permitted yet to die, Seem left as dregs m••erly to put••esi••. As broken hose one by misfortune rends, At ev'ry touch ready to run to e••ds. As tainted eggs the parent birds will not Brood longer on: so addle we and rot. We who of late prais'd heaven for victories, Now beg our lives to conquer that with cries, After our joy, tears, sighs, and prayers, these Make us concern'd to write upon our knees.

Forelorn and wretched we who now remain, Suddenly are as exuls, caught and slain. Our lethal curse making our friends afear'd; Like wounded deer we're horn'd off from the heard. God leaves us too. Hell falls from heaven, while thus The Devil rains his kingdom upon us. Sad case, could any fitly make appear, No humane judge were great enough to hear. And ten to one who thus employ their breath, Like swans they do but sing before their death.

Tali spiramine Nesis Emittit stygium nebulosis aëra saxis Antraque letiferi rabiem Typhonis anhelant.

Lucan. l. 6.

〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉. OR, THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence,

Part 2.

THat flame Prometheus image did inspire. Upward, from whence it came, still sends its spire: To heaven, where th' Intellect feasting its wish. Findes at the board uncover'd ev'ry dish. No aporetick qualm nor taper light Sconvolge its taste nor tantalize its sight. But to the eye each thing more lucid seems, Then if the sun lent it his feasting beams.

The hungry palate findes its full content, Not more by pleasure than by nutriment. Mans noble soul can never be confin'd To any lower region than his minde. Iudgement his other faculties would call Together for due tribute from them all: In ev'ry object of his sense and eye View with meridian light the what and why. Till then, if he be melancholly, shows Like one wears legasie of mourning clothes; And if dispos'd to mirth▪ appears to be Like one with others laughs for company. He's as unsatisfi'd as when dry bone Is brought to whetted teeth to nabble on. As if were set a vaulting horse or stile, To carry tra••eller two hundred mile. Here, then, disease we'l meddle with as much As that permits, so dangerous to touch. What Plague is we will search in ev'ry nook, As far as one can into mill-stone look. And when w' have seen whence Natures sove∣reign laws Findes this rebellious, lay down the Cause. Some think a mustled hand may well re∣strain Plague's power, though't does like tyrant bram∣ble reign. And if in haste, to make a graceless feast, It greedily feed, upon man and beast:

Yet since it is under heavens cope consign'd To mortals; therefore look it be desin'd. One ventering at it once, like wit••h about He searches for each pois'nous herb and root. Whatever of venesick force may seem To make him call it Feaverish extream. Which said, he sees a number go to p••t, Felt but lukewarm: so neither cold nor hot. No thirst there, no heat symptoms, naught to call Feaverish pulse, unless their sudden fall. In others plague-struck findes strong drink and meat Befriend their spirits, & his judgement cheat. Then he concludes he best may ••et it out, As to go home, the farthest way about: And since plague is so perillous to touch, That he should keep off from it very much: Or like one sitting leveret hath found; He ought for fear to keep a compass round. So he as one at noon had lost the sight Of Hecate, points at her in the night. As who a punctum could not see, or hair With arrow hit, at rovers shoots in th' air. He sayes 'tis bodies wrack, hearts v••lture pain, Bane to the blood, confusion to the brain. Not leprosie, nor scurvy, itch nor pox, But such a thing scap't from Pandora's box Such is his sense. (For some hold 'tis dispraise And wrong to Author to purl••in his phrase)

'Tis Edens cursed fruit, we may believe, Such as we cannot throughly know and live. So that one who the judgement will not bribe With doubts and scruples, onely must describe. Plague banisht is out of predicament; Substance subjected to the accident. Acciden•• that no substance eye can see, Gives any kinde of hospitality. A seed its first rise takes from naught, and when Without ingress 'tis enter'd into men, Layes field of blood; & from one common root Of death, a thousand deaths makes quickly sprout. 'Tis fury's i••p, who left to yell & rave Without a nurse in black Tartarean cave, M••dusa newly brought to bed, opprest With pain, apply'd to draw her ulcer'd breast. 'Tis brat from cruel Libitines curst womb, And fed for milk with Cerberus's spume. 'Tis monster which as well to kill as scare▪ Hath eye of Basilisk and Gorgons hair, Forehead of Tigre, and its Bats cheek shows For b••auty, gods-mark, botch, and burning rose. Suppose Clotho takes mud from Flegeton And Cocitus, live-locks from Tisiphon, And when Hells three-head mastive opes ••is chops, To vent his fury, saves the yesty drops, Distills all these; then lets the spirits flye, To act at will their magick in the skie. Hi••ba••dm••n say that many noxious weeds Have different gro••nds, and several sorts of seeds.

For those of Plague, we ought, where you'd refuse, To give you ch••ice, that you may pick & chuse. So for their lot none grudge they should us thank, Steeming the prize to be the veriest blank. Those who unseasonably will repose, Or else too long, may sleep without their clothes. They offer but fit sacrifice to move Great God of rest, dire death't enjoy their love. Who contrary to rule of reason watch, Watch not for good but harm, so harm they catch. Nature forsakes those that her laws forsook, Whom time they'd not obey, blots out his book. Some cold or other grievance they dispence, Holds correspondence with the Pestilence. Vnrul'd rage, as link lighted, is presum'd Ne're to bequencht till all the week's consum'd. Revenge, spite, hatred, malice, these are fed With vital blood of heart in which they'r bred Greedy desires, chiefly within contest, And are as vulture to the parent breast▪ Whatever by pretences they would have, They truly scrape for nothing but a grave. Fear joyns with ev'ry spie that would betray, And as the bribe of mischief, opes it way. Some who have known good feeders far, and seen Others for want of meat and drink grow l••an,

Sad if a man do fall on heedlesly All sorts of meat, he'l swell like toad and die. And if he'l nothing else but drink and drink, Like vap'ring leaking ship, at last he'l sink. And if he food will obstinately lack. Then like a ••un stands empty long, he'l crack. For nothing to mans delicate fine taste, Can be so plaguey nocen't as to fast. Season and measure which make all things good Confer the wholesome energy to food. Who eating slights these, backward eats & puts A meer infectious dunghill in his guts. ••lague, soon 〈…〉〈…〉, ••ecau••e I•• findes its Cate••••e ••action in their maws. Who for a dead year thus deceiv'd, provide; Forfeit their store and house of store beside. Who heedless ev'ry where for air will seek▪ May as a bladder draw it in to break. Air's said to kill as well as animate: As hand hath power to strik•• and strok•• the pate. If any thorow burning-glass desires Sols chearing beams, he find••s them scorching fires In heat that pleasant Aura makes you laugh, When Gu••ny pepper's in't, will make you cough. Arm's made for help; but furnisht with a sword, Can then take vengeance for bad act or word. The snow that cools so kindely, when it hath Be••n heated well, may make a s••alding bath. And spring that shows youth flouris••ing & fair, With rimes and fogs will make him ho••ry hair.

So when in humane Victor is possest Of that fair Camp spreads th' air's beni••n breast, No otherwise she can effect our harms, But as one must, compell'd by force of arms: By luckless accident; as when we say, Kind•• mother does her infant overlay. Avicen, Galen and Hippocrates, May of the open air ••ay what they please: That th••s that's stinted and abridg'd to no man, But's each ones own as properly as common, 〈…〉〈…〉 that evil's pasture-ground, 〈…〉〈…〉 is, no sex or age can pound, Sob••r hord well may dance o're hedge and rail, When aestrum playes musician in her tail. Reno••n'd P••ripateti••k Prince, whose back Could 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••••ar the gl••••e and never crack, Would ne're allow the air to putrefie, That kindely spread his lear••ed axioms skie. That is, the air as it does first deri••e, As unmixt w••x or honey from the hive. When with its fellow peers its free consent And power it hath to vote in Parliament: In it•• pure Naturals, as Eve e're she A she••ps-eye cast at Adam or the tree. Or else that air feeds high its own desire With zealous courtship from the sphere of fire: Neighbors so near it, that no fumes dare move As ••iv••ls, to ••orrupt ••ts virgin love.

No fear of earths assault. Vapors as soon May thither reach, as babes cry wake the moon. But air, when under vapors tyranny, She wants her splendid boundless regency, Purulent efflux qualities then claim Right to pollute the chaste illustrious dame. As when one comes from fair, large gallery, Where dripping-pans, pots, cook & scullion be Is grim'd and smutcht so strangely, one might swe•••• Maskt beauty for the coles or ashes heir. Air in its lower province, province findes Hard task t' employ laborious designs. How many outrages it suffers, we By dull suns beams it lends us, clearly see: When fetent marshes tomb themselves in th•• air To send out their deaths message ev'ry where When Plague with filth fed high in poor 〈…〉〈…〉 And its own pride no longer can endure, From vile restraint out of some hole does tea•• Its way, and builds vaste castles in the air: When cloudy Iuno's plague seed doe disperse To pregnant air, that breeds it by commerce When oscitant earth too will not be said, To stand between the living and the dead. But the unburied carkasses can lie And

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revenge through air on th•• enemy.

Thus is the gentle air in ev'ry coast Harrass'd, pester'd and made deaths hackney post. Idleness breeds Plague too. And who wo'nt strive To be of use, what should they do alive? When mettle's ne're employ'd, we look it must Be fruitful, when in nothing else, in rust. Sloth ho-goos flesh alive, and's onely good To bring the odious muffo in our blood. Other Plague sires this does maintain & cover, As onion peels one wrapt within another. Hence in the veins crowds a rebellious mass Of humours spirits stop at ev'ry pass; That they may have their treacherous intent, To work the body to an excrement. Which at last, while they vig'rously conspire, Like heap of muck, sets its own self on fire. Weemen ••••int or gravid in the plague, Then seldom that they waste in bigness brag. For oft their bloods dregs long being kept within, Tempt the disease to be their damerin. If * 1.20 mans seed make worse poison then the pox, Humors make pest without a paradox. Wemens menses infect glass, green plants dry, And bounteous are of leaprous charity.

Galen asserts, as ev'ry one may † 1.21 read, That mad man doing out of mouth his need, Exquisite poison cast, that made a Turk, To murther one he hated, play the shirk. Such perf••ct bane his humors were, he cou'd Not longer keep them from the common good. Infectious humors that for death contest, Title thems••lve•• the partisans to pest. Thus judge of all those th••ngs Physician call•• (For being abus'd, li••es s••es) non-naturals. Plague's made by mot••s to tyrannize i'th 'air. 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 is how they should come there. Tis doubtfully disputed wh••re the•• dwell: Whether in Earth or Water, Heaven or Hell. One may believ•• they're epidemical; So tempting him to sacrifice t•• all. Plague, as 'tis plague, must be concluded evil: So fit to be a present from the Devil. Who rebels lists and leads, a••t••r the fray. To gratifie their labours, gives them pa••. I observ'd not God s••r naug••t, said one, did try And scripture know better then you or I: And (for the D••vils honour) do you think, He'l l••t his faith••ul s••rvants want their chink? He though he father lies; yet will and must For his pow••rs sake, to ••is b•• true and just. He'd have but cold fires in his smoaky Cell, I•• he did n••t r••ward his C••••lops well.

He'd be but petty P••ince, and well might pass For one the World might play into an Ass; If when he can command, then laughs and sleers, As curre that wags his tail and sl••cks his ears: Will court them with all ••ort of flattery; As spirits do that cog men over sea: When he had rul'd them many years, at length Will then be rid as beast not knows his strength. After his long ammaliating charms, When th' enemy at last layes down his arms, That then to sease on them he will not dare, May doe't as easily as move the a••r. Though to his Prince he cannot be devout, Gets in his favour, putting others out, Lord Paramont whose laws he will not keep, Uses him for corrector as his whip. Under G••ds rule who will not be so civil To bow to him, doe homage to the Devil. Th' Almighty, where his government we slight, Assigns th' Abisse's pote••tate his right. Our Mother Earth some reckon such a flat, As pudding makes, and never washes gut: Eats carrion and digests not, then at last Belches and blows us backward with the blast. Her ftreaks and fits I should not tell you of, B••t to procure your pitty, not your scoff. For when we are ••orsook of all our kin, Want ••riends and harb••ur too, she'l take us i••.

When in the worst condition disgrace Or woe can put us, give us kinde embrace. But truly does sometimes much provoke us, Giving us food is onely fit to choke us. Our diet's her allowance: Yet before Belly's half full, we ne're can swallow more, So Cimbick like she will her fare disburse, That we no better are then starv'd at nurse. Then will she as great belly'd woman lust To burst her crasie panch with coles and dust. Mean while as sheep in winter lost, that crowd Under deep snow, grass roots are all our food; Or else as † 1.22 Alexanders men, each sharks Such plunder for his guts as ••erbs and barks. To lie in ambush for our selves, we creep Under green boughs, eat them then die like sheep Sometimes her very petereaus prevail T' immerge us by renversing of our sail. Her breath's so strong that it will trip up all Elephants feet, and give a post a fall. Ex. gra. as in * 1.23 grotto del cane, that Stops nose of dog, and blindes the eyes of cat▪ Who stoops down low, as to salute the ground, Rev'rence with adoration must confound. There's nothing to be seen at all no more. Then when the Fa••ries dance about the floo•• Yet Basilisk Earths steam, in that dark Cell, Strikes present death not by the sight but 〈◊〉〈◊〉▪

She'l have a Ca••on; then be after this As cold as Charity in famine is. Each joynt will shake, as if she gave advice To have her bones converted into dice. Then, as if she could not her dyscrasie Discover by her touch ••s well as eye: Like one who best his own infirmities In faulty mirrour of another sees: For this or else some reason God knows, we Must languish and be sick as ill as she. Her sighs must be our harpes, and her groans To Nature pay the pur••hase of our bones. A cruel diabolical intent May well be wrought by weakest instrument. ••eedle can slyly murther, and we know The smallest twig will strike the smartest blow. Woman first curst the earth; which by the ••kill Of some Medea, may be cursed still. Furies are females; and who Furies made, Gave them their whips to labour in their t••ade. Not to defraud the Devil of his right, The King of ••isc••i••fs agents have his might. Records will tell you Plague's an hellish itch. That first attacks a sorcerer or witch. No matter in what manner they receive it, Whether as pain or pleasure, so they give it. And if they can't sowe th' enemies tares well, Ne're hope to finde one labo••rer in hell. Some who by other•• cens••r'd are as nice As those a fall or c••ibe make dread the ••ce,

Or as those think all muck and dirt profane, Because they'••e toild with it and lost their pain, Do (as Physicians, who by s••ent and show Of ordure, Natures Crisi•• judge and know) Opinionate such filthy stuff may breed Plague, as plumb-b••oth break teeth of those that feed. Hence in a plague time Scavingers great trouble Brings Scutcheon on his grave with car•• and shove••. At least by double charge and daily strife With coach and cart, he's weary of his life: Sleeps in his clothes all night, and on his feet Eats dinner, if not breakfast, in the street. Chambermaid too toiling with clout and broom Oft rids and sweeps her self into her tomb. At least scarce having time to dress her head, And make her fine, she thinks her self half dead. Looses her Love by false and shining face, As if it mock•• him w••th her l••oking glas••. He slighting leaves her, being all dirt & grease, And courts the cook maid as the choicer piece. Who wo'nt subscribe this ten••nt may surmile, 'Tis 'cause he holds his nose and shuts his ••ye The jakes, the putrid place or thing dispence A loathsome sume that suff••cates his sense. If he hath staid long o'r•• the Hirpines land, Or Charon•• ditches, 〈…〉〈…〉 take his hand.

Philangia, scorpions and that Deaths spie, Who makes a prey of mortals with his eye, With the rest of like pois'nous viper brood They get, prove how they qualifie the blood. But who will proof require, when one ca'nt stay On such a subject but must turn away? In Adams dayes, though cu••se did earth infest: Yet till the Flood we never read of Pest. Of all plagues causes well may that be worst, God us'dt' express his indignation first. As if the passion of his heart did rise So high to force an Ocean from his eyes. With water which for those new born we save In font, we but baptize them to the grave. What e're be fair kinde countenance of water. Within '••is lurid sanglant house of slaughter. 'Tis womb of soul corrup••ion, or rather Mother conceives that brat without a father. Hence 'tis that children, w••m••n, and such folk Make from the••r sat bulks colo••les of smoke, Are frequent victims to the Plague, because Condemn'd before by † 1.24 Aris••o••les laws. For this it is that where plague takes its stati∣on Not ••oist but drying meats are all in fashion. Leaks, onions, garlik we're to feed on then, As if brought in Egyptian bonds ag••n.

We are commanded not to make a dish Of any sowl may be ally'd to fish. We're bid with other dry woods burn the witch, The Rosemary and Bayes to save our breech. Bathe, drowsie bed and sudling booth, all these Are tenements of pestilent disease. They have ••oundation in the wet, are such As Conduits water yield to plants too much. This evils root and Image-tree hath spread To murther more then e're first woman bred. We onely say in praise of its desert, 'Thas found out means to make us die by art. So long as men have bodies, this will be Physicians greatest friend and enemy. Their basis who advance their main design To th' highest pitch when they doe unde••mine It by its wisely tamp'ring with the blood, For each disease makes birdlime very good. Were't not for this, we'd wonders act, out-live The world, and carry water in a s••eve. The courteous and the careless both delight: As well catch fish swim by as those that bite. Some Ep••••••reans adverse to Plato, As much as ever school-boy was to Cato, Having by much study new mode and way Learn'd how to celebrate th' Opalia, D••gmatize thus, that as on earth they finde Each creature: so the World too in its kind••. Not as if one should reckon by the score ••at weathers, r••nts, or hogs, but many more.

For (not to matter th' ingenuity Of those by whom they're call'd * 1.25 Moroniae) In th' universe that hath so vaste a breast, No pourprise can suffice to make a vest, The little flying bodies there that use, In ev'ry vacant space to rendezvouse, In several troups agree to lay their lumber Apart, and so make worlds that none can num∣ber. Now as all earthly beings when for prey, Their youth and strength yields to them time, So when all-powerful Nature does untie decay. The frame of any of their souls, they die. As bird eats bird, beast murthers beast, and pike Makes meal of jack, and so devours its like. As Butchers whetting mettle wears his knife, And husband dies at pleasure of his wife. As s••aby sheep the neighb'ring sheep may harm, And perish side corrupt th' appendant arm. So one wo••ld makes another world its pr••ze, That swallow'd in its putrid garbage lies. 'Tis for its woful destiny involv'd In that by which its f••llow is dissolv'd: Feels fatal shafts, as when the Part••ians take Leave of the field, and shoot behind their back. As when some great p••rni••ous flame goes out, And sends it•• sutling vapours all about.

Millions of subtle scouts carry sad fate To ev'ry place, and pore they penetrate. This is believ'd by divers ne're could hear, How many they should judge the wisemen were. They'l ne're dissent, that they may none dis∣please. Like such good subjects will not break the peace. We also may let this opinion go, As one may passenger he does not know. Pest as one guilty ca'nt enormious fact Conceal, declares 'tis gotten by contact. 'Tis call'd contagion, as what blatant Fame Ca'nt make traliniate from its kinde in name. Hence one man from another runs away, As if he were wilde beast of Lybia. As mens embracess were the treaceries Of Centaurs or Mezentian carkasses. Pest in its sphere does seem to govern, move, Act and ingender as Platonick love. As when fair buxome wanton subt'ly tries To work Arachnes sampler with her eyes: ••arts little sp••rits that are rayes visive, If Fracasto••ian authors we'l believe. If you with Cardan call them exhalations, To gazers eyes they're sent to carry fa••••••ons. From thence they work farther and farther in, Till they have made the heart their magazine. As th' ••y•• hath power to generate am••re, Dispence it can contag••ous malore.

Its hairy bow that is so often bent With Cupids shafts, sends those are pestilent. Each pupil's sc••ntil, by whose fires and slashes Our humane spray quickly consumes to ashes. Th' aspects can soon infect; with but a glance Look one for ever out of countenance. He may be martyr'd in contagious fire, By charming word or velenose suspire. Things though inanimate may be possest With active and Smectymnu•••• soul of pest. Ambrosia that so greedily we seek, May swallow'd swell our puddings till they break. When we are fill'd with Nectar to the brink, Or sail as vesle••s in the wine we drink, We're then drawn off the l••ss or sink: for Bacchus May either as himself or Neptune rack us. The pest to match our sure or mode, can we•••• Tatters or robes, silk, linnen, cloth or hair. Our Bodies but such coverings sustain As gutter-tiles that help us to the rain If Pest be ftorm, they then soke in the wet: If fire, soment and multip••y the heat. To take pest ribbon's bramble, skirt stool band New cut of France, sleeve arm & gantlet hand We must accept it for our garments sake; As if for ev'ry purpose made to take. We're not so proud of them. as they of it: Which they'l keep when we're rotten in the pit.

Thus proves our glory our disgrace: the same Betrayes our misery that hides our shame. While Poppey-headed Night dreams at her ease, Sitting with Sleep & Death on both her knees, Some would Contagion place between, but that For want of wings it seems anothers brat. All three for kindred well agree with it, But when't should flye, it stands on Saturns f••et. When one would think 't has spent its utmost bane, Like root alive in earth, its sprouts again. As spie that from under the hangings comes, And takes one napeing at his sugar-plumbs. Though in its usual fits it teezes folks, As harness heifers newly put to yokes; Makes them as vigilant as such whom spight Of angry dame makes tell the clock all night: Yet it as quietly lies now and then, As Rhenald when he plots surprize of hen: Can have a lethargy whole years, then drop Asleep: as if the scourge were turn'd to top. Marsil••••s Fisinus tells, a tale Of one to whom Contagion gave bail: Lurkt in a feather bed three years that lay Stock still, because the birds were slown away. No talk of Pest in all this time, and bed Did nothing know but that the Pest was dead. When ou••ter came to use the bed h'had bought, So his of ••ight, as any would have thought:

Pest wake't, prov'd the possession for three year, And turn'd the Plaintiff out of bed to bier. As well we this may credit as bancheer Able to spend a thousand pounds a year. For if bane long can stay where it does meet Opposing forces from the bodies heat: Much longer well may it continue, where No dog once opens mouth to bait the bear. If many (a) 1.26 poisons given be that need, A time of many moneths to come to seed: If (b) 1.27 mad dogs bite lay twelve years as un∣known, As millers thumb within a marrow-bone. And if (c) 1.28 such hurt one could not finde till he Might, one each year, have got Thespiadae. Why may not some where, then contagious pest, For many suns and moons, conserve its nest? And if in ev'ry glass, wine daily shows Small nimble sparks cut capers to the nose. Such as by meer smell can compell the brain To ape the gambols of some giddy vein: If smoke be from the fire exhal••d, if stream Be lawful offspring of the fruitful stream. If fl••wers and herbs do fragrant odours spread And with their spicy breath perfume their bed

None think the Pest can't give her atome, birth, That shows a womb as open as the earth. But must believe the bounteous airy skie, (City of refuge free to all that flye; That fumes and vapours makes communicable, Not from the altar more then from the stable) Gives these, as ev'ry other wandring drove, Like full consent of liberty to rove. That they to all antigonize their merit, Giving the qualities that they inherit. Thus as to those twin-brothers Mars bega••. The wolf was parent cause subordinate. So to have sound a Lupa to this Curse: If not a Mother; yet at least a Nurse. Those that with watchful eyes and listening ears Attend the silent musick of the sphears, Affirm our earths discord and harmony, Answers to theirs, and's meerly sympathy. Our mirth and melancholly both come down From great Celestial bodies smile and srown. As our hearts joy and lifes most sweet solace. Are rayes e••llux from their benign grace: So war, dearth, plague fall as tempestuous rain. From the malignant clouds of their disdain. Our spindle in its action must cease. As they, the hands governing fingers, please. Like ropeing leads of ••lock to earth we may; Guided by them, our 〈◊〉〈◊〉 wheel; above.

To speak the power of stars, what e're does master Our wish with cross success, we call disaster. Their vertue who denies, with Dido's leather, May binde the years four seasons all together. As not the least of all his vaunts, may say His worthy beard is neither green nor gray: That Autumn suits in humour and desire With Spring, and Summer sits by Winters fire. The * 1.29 heavens and firmament most skilful be In the Almighties glittering herauldry. In hierogliphick characters there stand The fairest printed wonders of his hand. Well may he welcome be to heaven who rears Himself up thither by a stair of stars. To body as we ulcer finde or shame To reputation: Plague to soul's the same. 'Tis such a witness proves sin capitall, And is the harvest season to its fall. When from above we've such a fatal touch, We're taught we look upon the earth too much. When by him made us we will not be found: Our dearest friends then hide us under ground. Infallibly they're Atheists must endure Such viper stripes no humane hand can cure. Plague's Gods artillery, thunders our fate With his design not to capitulate.

Storm may show his displeasure: but when fire Must make that storm, who then will doubt his ire? Other plagues lightly follow at his word: Pest not unless his Angel draw his sword. They're palmers, rods men have at their com∣mand To chasten with: Plague's Gods own heavy hand: Celestial bow of wrath and vengeance, when All-powerful Lord of host makes war with men. 'Tis † 1.30 Death wages of sin, that none pretend That payes him not by which he hath his end.

〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉. OR, THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence,

Part 3.

TIs not enough when life must fade away, Its glass being run, to see old Time make hay: To stand o're heart-sick neighbour as he lies, And wash his rancid ulcers with our eyes: Behold the sword of wrathful Providence, And read his venger in the present tense. Tis not enough when Time ha's made escape, To turn our heads and view his naked nape:

To stare into obscure expanded jaws Of Pestilence to know it in its cause. The point's how we should be hereafter. Time Present and past should into future climb. Who Plague, as Pox, deride, will ne're finde it Cur'd, as imposthume, by a laughing fit. Wound prob••d, ia'd wide and naked to the eye, Can gape for nothing then but Charity. E're 'tis apply'd, that it may best redound T'effect, let plagues precursors lance the wound. "Ev is forewarn'd we better can endure, "And give a kinder welcome to their cure. When sense will neither heed what's show'd or said, No wonder body's destin'd to be dead. "Who credit not their faithful eye nor ear, "Unjustly will recriminate their fear. When dogs combine in numerous com∣pany, And arm themselves to make a mutiny, They're such pr••saging heraulds make appear, Plague is to follow victor in the rear. And all that time here Rebels made an head, How many dogs devour'd the childrens bread? E're Plague sets out to visit place, it•• mouth Sends message from the cloudy, rainy south. And in our wars what melkin did we finde! As if hot baths sweated the air and winde. When Mars and Saturn joyn, they but contest, Who shall doe most to introduce the Pest.

And then the rage of sword and power of spite Could all things do but share usurped right. When Plague would sit in throne, its general Phrensie, before prepares the Capitoll. And we saw by our State mens lunacy Each had as many heads as Hecate. Our siderated government did wane After the cheating moonshine of their brain. † 1.31 When Plague's design'd to sease a man, he sees Like one who ca'nt distinguish men from trees. As Captain who endeavours to surprize A fort or camp, first takes the scouts and spies. And in our wars such blindness did bewitch Our Seers, as to lead us into ditch. Owls eagles, steeples stables seem'd. Their seeing Gave ev'ry object meer Vtopian being. Th' had Idol-eyes, for show not sight, and that Dazled not more by water then by fat. Our brightest and most noble part of all, Vilely converted into washing-ball. Direful prognosticks reckon all that are As our rebellion's aresenall's tools of war. God spares our thorns and briars twenty years, Looking they should have fruited sighs and tears.

And four or five his clement patience stayes, That we repair our rugged filthy wayes. Since by our daily factious dispute We'd turn and patch our tatter'd rebel suit, This being all we'd mend; our botchers trade Fails, while he breaks our needle, rots our thread No hand but his must guerdon our desert: All rods but his too weak to make the smart. Cause and disease do on another wooe. Offence malignant: punishment so too, In this sad gloomy state what chearing ray Hath East in splendid bosome to display? Where shall we finde that kinde Elysian vale, Will eccho to us joy while we bewail? Can any sweet content of heart distill From consolatrix Pithos sugar quill? Will smart and rage of our disease, disband At soft and gentle touch of Muses hand? † 1.32 Natalis Comes makes a strange relation Of many Pest kill'd by precipitation. Strange power indeed makes patient ill at ease, Till to destroy himself he turn disease. As those when Syren sings, cannot forbear; But must leap headlong in the mouth they hear, So they by Syren charms of Pest, being brought Under fly tyrant power of pensive thought; First planet-s••ruck their senses loose and rave. Then out of window, tumble into grave.

* 1.33 Vicentine doctor, whose most ample credit, Was lawful heir to his rich learned merit, Seeing th' unnatural Earth in time of Pest, So greedily on her own children feast; Disdaining life and earth, both quite forsook At once, and gave his body to a brook. What enthymem, or what dilemma findes Place here to melt & couch between two lines? Or what Sorites shall we flatter here, To steal on us a placid change of chear? Were that great Sophie here ne're met mis∣chance, But with salute of laughing † 1.34 countenance. Or he whose breath dried tears, and did impart To ev'ry heavy hearing ear an (b) 1.35 heart. Where would he get such vigorous conceits, Such flowrey words or smiling figure cheats, As might have force t' exhale out of our brest Stomacho •• apprehensions of the Pest? (c) 1.36 Vul••ur••s and ravens, who do never chaw The ca••rions crams they seek t' impast their craw; If such, appest••d cark••sses are shie To touch, but leave unburied as they lie: Alacrity the wonted lively guest To sprightly object and vivacious breast, What courtesie can get it here t' accost, Being soe so capitol to death and ghost?

Yet if fair means wo'nt doe, it must be prest And fore't, as those were to the marriage feast. If m••rth be judg'd to have at any time Its season, when plague's ripe 'tis in its prime. There's none will doubt but melancholly soon Can put our bodies organs out of tune. For cooling, and so binding heart, it stops The spirits, and detains them from their shops. Thus bodies trading fails. Natural heat Parts want, and can at market get no meat. Hence humor makes a melancholly mood, Cardan thought fit to call the Devils food. This passion, when it may befriend the Pest, In mischief will be sure to do its best. For weak'ning then the noble parts, they are Neither condition'd to resist nor dare. We need no other testimony here, But see how many pest themselves with fear. For this sad sense can ne're the humors please, But with an atrabilions disease: For whose Nature we will no farther seek, Then to Carbones kindle in the sick. If you won't think, with Avicen, ima— Gination can carry one shere away: Fly to another man, there build its nest Of botches, coles and blans: so lay the Pest. Haply because you'l say, who have a paten To wrangle in the Physick schools in Latin, Maintain that this same faculty ca'nt sit, Translator like, and labour in the sheet;

Ad intra onely operates: as he Who wo'nt have others learn his mystery: That soul keeps in its sphere, and's never known To act in other body then its own: And that if't could others infect, it might Cure them: so bid Physician good night. Yet * 1.37 Pic. Mirandolan and Fab. Paolin, Francesc. of St. Nazar, and Mich. Medin; With divers other civil persons, strain With all fair words to win you to their vein: That you'd believe a melancholly sense Oft projects to its self the Pestilence. That those sad spirits strongly do enforce The yielding bowels to its healths divorce Alt'ring then strangely move a sympathy In Plague, t'intrude and bear them company. So teeming woman longs for such a dish Or kick shaw marks her infant with her wish. So † 1.38 such did dread mad dog, taught their scar'd sense To fall with sury on their patience: To turn them giddy, and in corners lurk, To set their venom'd canine teeth on work. So in * 1.39 infected Trapani the sad And simerous disease they feard, they had: Fell dead where no indic••um could be found To make foundation of sickly ground.

We, then, should keep high region of our mind. As orb above dominion of the winde: Serene as beauteous air, when in the deep Rain, windes and clouds are all fast rockt asleep: And onely pleasant Zephyrus may dare Make pastime with Apollo's golden hair: Calm as when all the Sea Nymphs dance and play, To celebrate the••r great Queens marriage-day. Sadness we should abandon and refrain, As we would ••ly from cloud for fear of rain: Paint it, that with Alecto 〈◊〉〈◊〉 may stand Sister to Pest, with Fur••es whip in hand. That so its fellowship we never brook, Knowing its nature fiercer then it•• look. The more disastres their effort employ Against us, greater need we have of joy. For breast burthen ••n our 〈◊〉〈◊〉 state, Mirth should have free pu••ssance to make the weight: Give met••••mental chyle to ev'ry part, And be the Pertcardium to the heart. Great doubt••s in th••s that's of ••o high esteem, How our poor spirits purchase may the gem When we n••, longer can resi••t or stand, How to adde vigour to our dagger hand. When thousand•• fall in v••e••, to k••ep our g••ound, And courage ra••se▪ 'gainst 〈…〉〈…〉 cannot wound.

Some speculative Authors who do treat About such works make men within side sweat, That they to sadness ne're be forc't to yield Have thought their scull the best to be their ••••••eld. For while, say they, the active minde does fall Aboard such things are scientificall, All melancholly species 'twill detest, As raw flesh brought to board was never drest. And the more tetrick that the study be, 'Tis best to match and ••oile the enemy. But there be others of another gang. Who studious are about such lines as twang; Say Muse to Pest hath great antipathy, And so cry up Apollo to the skie. That golden Archer 'twas say they, from whom Python, symbol of Pest, receiv'd his doom. For which kinde act Apollinary playes Be ne're forgot to propagate his praise. How can Plague do him any prejudice, Who Phebus ••avourite and cl••ent is? Upon Parnassus takes the suns first beams. And drinks of Hippocrens pure christal streams? Beholds in sweet society of Muse The brilliant caracolls of Pegasus? How can one in a sad condition be, Whose pen all day dr••ws lines of jubile? I•• flowers that at spisi••g so gay appear, Do make the 〈…〉〈…〉 of the year;

Needs must he joy who diligently plots Poëts contrivances and garden-knots. And if the Sun's, alias, Apollo's flame, Be godfather to mirth and gives it name: Needs must he be allegre who displayes Himself by lustre of Apollo's raies. Thus they. Which howsoe're to purpose said, None at their stairs are forc't to run a head. Not ev'ry Wood will make a Mercury. Nor this sit those have other fish to fry. Particular apply is endless: that None will refuse wh'ch sutes w'th ev'ry state. Liranus Philo and Iesephus tell How many sorts of plagues made Egypt Hell. The Potshaw o're which cursed train and show, Was Pest, elate great Pharo's soveraign too. Though this fed on the Memphians, like wave, Promiscuously rowl'd man and beast to grave; Yet all the Israelite•• it let alone. Health took its quarters up with ev'ry one. In Basil Plague fell on the Switzers; and Gave to (a) 1.40 Italians and French its hand. In Maximinus time it did insect Heathens: but gave to (b) 1.41 Christians respect. Another time when Indians were its meat, Sayes Trajan, us it civilly d••d treat.

If Pest these times, would keep the same stile still, And onely infidels and ethnicks kill: We might have hope to lie out of its road, And scape its touch; for being of Christian blood. If our spirits to theirs be different: Our bodies be of the same element. As when fort••ess is took, the conqu'ring foe Puts all to sword, whether baptiz'd or no. And as when dearth is to some countrey sent, Pagans and our cheeks too are macilent; So without difference contagious Fate Seases each age, religion, sex and state. Iurists of old did Pestilence discuss, As thing insolit and fortuitous: Steem'd as unusual and strange a smart, As was Alceste's passion of the heart. As rarely hapned as their deaths, decease Of Chilo's or Diagoras disease. But now it is, sayes * 1.42 Testate, (And who fear He speaks untruth, may be prolinctors here) ••ff••ct does onely against nature fall, For being so oft to us unnatural. 'Tis as familiar to us as gray ruffs, When slic't and carbonado'd into cuffs: Comes as the swallow or the flea, who knows Its time, creeps near a•• rocket turn'd to hose. We all its open se••ding common be, To give it name of Pest from pascere

'Tis call'd pandemos too: and so can fat in A grazing place as well of Greek as Latine. Our speculation, then, it must be bent To finde our joy some higher argument. Our musing wit some Numen should inspire, Elisha's† 1.43 minstrel or else Davids lyre. Till raised up to Hea••en, it there commence To penetrate Genius of Providence: Advert the dispensation of his Graces. Wont to come to us with disastrous faces. How often hath affront, sayes Seneca, Foot-cloth to Honour laid and spread his way! Blow struck to kill or agonize the heart, Brought life and * 1.44 cure to some apostem'd part! Egyptian pest gave Hebrews liberty; Who'd by th' Assyrian pest too victory. Davids Plague rid him of his sontick fears, And made him sound by penitence and tears. Could mortal eye reach its desire, and we Supe•• humane wisdom's repostils see; We should from cursed bed of present state Discern how many blessings germinate. What maiden troups makes Pest pure spouses be In Heaven to be reserv'd from brothelry? How many there advance their sather's fame, Might here have been their earthly fathers shame?

How many there are safe, who here would stray, Be lost and die an hundred times a day? How many here had scarce one crust to eat, There with the holy Lamb at supper sit? Gods rod, Pest, with its stroke but cleans our cloth From vanities and pleasures dust and moth. When tender Mother calls her darling-dove, To hug with kisses of her kindest love; Wooes him by all that can be counted dear; And stoeworm he harks with deaf adders ear; She stuzzicates nurse, servant or some other, Who with a vizard sc••••es him to his mother. So larva- face of plague does but affright, To make us flye where kindness ca'nt invite. Opens our eyes wide till they stare and see Gods lap the safest a••yle that can be. Let's, then, take con sort. For as Davids pain And trouble cas'd him of his love prophane. As sick Antiochus devoutly fell Prostrate in Temple he abus'd when well. And as afflicted Hebrews Idols broke, That when tripudiant they did invoke. So have we now occasion to retire From what before trappan'd our fond desire. The heavy flail we long have suffer'd under, May break our vices ansrous wreaths assunder.

In recompence of its strokes bruise and pain, Chaff is to flye and leave refined grain. Let's comfort take. For as the spinners lay Their webs and weave them in a cloudy day: As digg'd earth breeds the better; and the vine Gratifies pruner plenteously with wine; So we now under cloud and culture, may Work well, and gardners care with fruit repay. Let's comfort take. For like as Ionas he Courageously oppos'd tempestuous sea. And Iacob wrestling with the Angel found Best rise, as ball when hardest thrown to ground. So now may our intrepid spirits be Pompous rich victors o're calamity. Let's comfort take. For if Physicians leave Th' infirm, to whom what e're they like, they give. If animal in fields and meadows rambles Without controul, he destin'd to the shambles. And tree that husbandman never reclaims With mattock, spade or knife, must fruit him flames. So 't would but be bad omen, if heaven shou'd Ne're send us biting frosts to nip our blood. If we in suns beams should be alwayes warm, And never knew what thunder was nor storm. Let's comfort take. For if the cloudy air Gives th' earth a richer livery to wear.

If stinging bee for use of us does drive Delicious anthine traffick in its hive. If almond after crude, hard, acid meat Gives us at last (as sumptuous feast) the sweet. If springs ruby and beauties pride, the Rose, Her fragrant body hides in thorny clothes. And if the Night after she long hath born Great belly, be deliver'd of the Morn; God haply after our hard tedious labour, Intends to joy us with some signal favour. Thus rightly aweful and well temper'd fear, Keeps all our arms safe marching in the reer. When we are under goverment of vice, Judgements reclaim and miseries intice. The••a signs not our death but our reprieve; And Condemnation tells us we shall live. We here and there in sun-shine gad and roam, When rainey weather makes us keep at home. And when Gods indignation pours on us, His mercy's then most scaturiginous. His clemency may show the sweetest face. But his severity's the kindest grace. This can o're us spread joy, though we had bin Inhabitants long in Trophonian den. By such Nepenthe Melancholies earth Will sink and ev'ry where be por'd with mirth. Who can imbody spirits by their art, And dexterously act Spagyricks part,

With those extract, as supine out of verb, A trade or mystery from drug or herb, May estimate these pareneticks worse Then brass or lead helcysm of their purse: Account they'l stead the Patient as much, As Bow Church Steeple him that needs a crutch. After disease is character'd, and cause Hath opened pois'nous throat and show'd its paws; When whatsoe're ••s of prophetick note, Hath given in its signature and vote; And diagnostick accidents are all Adjoyn'd that use to be propempticall: As one e're Cain was born, the world should show In parts, would distribute it into two; So they the sick and healthy sever; which They call, as pleases fortune, poor or rich. Alexipharms must, as Physitian, serve Both sides, either to cure or else preserve. They bid the Rich their prized health intrust To rubies, emrods, saphires cordial dust. Granates, pearles, jacints, musk and amber lack Onely their Gold to be dissolv'd to Sack. The Germane species liberantes wait T' enfranchise them in hygiastick state. Th' Emperours powder shall be to them as free, As can be open hand that drops their fee.

* 1.45 Montagnana's Confection they shall try, Then see for all their wealth if they can die. With sweet manicarets they shall be fed, And eat the golden egg and so to bed. Sev'ral olla podrida's they shall choose, That † 1.46 sense and intellectuals may infuse. To poor who salt may want, their charity Gives peradventure sal absinthii; Figs, nuts, salt, rue, berries of Iuniper, May serve their turn with sauce of vinegar. While others greater ventures they insure, may Prescribe to them pilulae sine cura. Such as for alwayes saving life, of old, Were 'steem'd and call'd e're gilded, pills of gold. But Panacea, or what e're can vie With high and mighty peer of Alchimy. Etites, amulet, elixar, all That can to Pest ••e antipaticall, Will little do against disease (must prove Its Pharmaceutick vertue from above) Chiefly derives from heaven. No hoplochrism E're fought hand out of cloud, or cur'd a Schism. We're * 1.47 told that humane industry hath found ••anchrestum, medicine for ev'ry wonnd.

The stoutest hector malady can fight. Our nature, meets its vincent antithete. Mad dogs and serpents poison oft are tried In list with what demits their turgent pride. And that there is sends packing over seas Collogueing Neapolitan disease. The Plague 'mongst all subdu'd contagious harms, Vnconquer'd boasts its self sole King at arms. Why this, but that we should in our dispute Against its power, implore from God recruit? Know he our force can onely in such wars Secundate, sends and curbs erratick stars? Doctor, could he the smart of his sharp rod Ease alwayes, we should then adore as God. Who with their useful lore the publick serve, Some secrets still to be admir'd reserve. And God, who does his stellegg'd honour own As dearly as his diadem or throne, Though he hath taught Physitians his art: Some crypticks to them never will impart. And why? because his bounty should assure Him glory from our benefit and cure. Because his sole opitulating care Animates our desire, should voice our prayer. * 1.48 Asa may let Physitian controul Both his sick body and his sicker soul: Sacre rule, minde, will, conscience to his art, Enthone and idolize him in his heart;

Alas, he can share his infirmity, And onely knows to be as sick as he. But what? As the Athenians their disease Of Plague attributed to Pericles. And Romans Lucius Verus th' Emperour Blam'd, as who Plague had taught to domineer. So now we say the Pest is progeny Of star or body elementary. Some Angel either good or bad we chide, As falling Lucifer upon our pride. None, as it were, layes faithful hand on breast, To finde it couch and pillowbear to Pest. None think Plague sent as l••ctor to maintain The cause of Gods terricrepant disdain: That 'tis his burning missile to dispense Revenging flames of his incandescence. Vesanous ablepsie, that heavens clear light Hath made moon-cy'd and quite depriv'd of sight! Pergamus great * 1.49 Physitian could resign Pest (though he neither knew) to power di∣vine. And that Achaian Poet who was cryed For wisdom up till he was de••sy'd; Who whence he came on earth none e're could finde: But gave men eyes, though he himself was blinde.

Ingen'ously told Greece, the (a) 1.50 Plague did follow The will and order of incens'd Apollo. What shall we, then, we, Christians believe, Who learn and write in his divine archive? Know in Leviticus and (b) 1.51 Deuteronomy He menac••s Israel with hierocomy; Which one day with the Pest they having tried To seventy thousand prov'd hospiticide? Plutarke asserts Lacedemonian state, When Pest among them did serpeggiate, Consulted Oracles to make them wise, That they voracious Pest might sepulize. Athenians, as Thucidides reports, Made for their Dieties new sacred courts. And Romans, Livie writes, did fabricate To ev'ry Idol votive seat of state: Order'd processions; lockt tribunal door, And brought in Gods that ne're saw Rome be••ore Each did, though ne're so barbarous, the st•••• With pious superstition pumicate. Why then wo'nt we, to whom the Heav•••• rev•••• Their gracious, true light, realize our zeal?

That one foot may the head of Dragon press, The other knee should make engonasis: Supplicate his presidie that can be Wall on each hand through our Erythrean Sea. Pomona can afford no remedy From her succinous flow'ry marquetry. Nothing in her dominions can be found To hedge in or repastinate our ground. Nothing of adjument can Tellus bring From rich encausted Jewels of the Spring. No help of vertue seminal can come From aught that's incadaver'd in her womb. Noth••ng in Machaonian art can here Ransome our health or medicate our fear. If we'd finde what does both and never fail, We then must seek in the Peneian vale. † 1.52 Elisha's salt should our sick waters heal, And our deaths-pot be temper'd with his meal. Our Ajax s••ield must be the Rational, Both phylactery and pharmatical. When Planet who rules Capricorn or Spleen. And he rules Scorpio or Gall convene. From their cougress; such vegetables make Purulent food, d••••nk from paludous lake.

And Aus••ral windes that usually breed Anoxery, Pest is eructated. No fear of Pest, then, where in sphear is s••t Good Angel for benign starrulet. Where our commensal's Christ, whom we view touch, And's sacramental body too embouch. Where heavenly cordial melitism flows, And breeze of Holy Spirit gently blow••. That we be'nt kept from such an happy state, Anomy should not interequitate. Such redolent and vernant Paradise Can't be, but first we must eructate vice. Such bread's not for foul stomacks: such a flood Will not expand its Cobrus streams on mud. Such winde breaths not on dunghils, and who'l win Angels love, must be agamist to sin. Brigades of flies, frogs and such vermine, these Signs of corruption, are Pests oscines. But one who liberally and daily ••eeds Runcina with a sacrifice of Weeds. They whose superiour souls have their ••it ••est In a polite, lixiviated breast: There stantiate and have their constant tent, Where nothing pedid is or feculent. Such neither danger finde nor omen to be P••evious or protatick to ghiandusse.

How ever others smart and are d••strest, Their fear will never isikle to Pest. Each for himself covets the happy fate, To be to Pest victor Crotoniate. We'd Locri be; neer Nig••r fix our foot; Or be inhabitants of Calecut: Places Cardan and Scaliger * 1.53 relate Ne're known to give Pest room to stabulate. Health's dear to us: and yet we more befriend Our lust, whose league we're loth to interscind. It were, should we decrustate this, we think, To be ablacted both from meat and drink. We must do more then wish: 'te'nt to fulfill Our own desire to saginate our will. It is expected we with all our ••light, Manticulate our pan••h and appetite: Oft keep Rogation week that it may raise And crumble into dust of Ember dayes: Feed at the table of Apelles, where Abstinence waits and ushers in the fare. And acolastick riot is put by; As complice to † 1.54 proscrib'd philo••ophy. By iconism made in ev'ry point To p••t both eye and stomack out of joynt.

Pest, * 1.55 Tostate says, from pastus comes. Hence those Most suffer by it are most crapulose. As Dutch and Germans, while such are most free, Substract their epigastricke husbandry. Contagion fish atacks not. For they spare, In want of lungs to gormandize the air. And such who are unbowel'd of delight, Secretly glides from innate appetite: Have nothing in them serves, or may be meant Organ to draw the vitiate ambient: Who somewhat do peculiate from each dish Crams luxury, may be as whole as fish. You'l grant they very well may guizzants seem, While in salt sea of penitence they swim. This 'tis must give our carrack volant vogue, And make us peccant humors dise••bogue. This will extinguish fire of prur••ent lust, And be smegmatick to our scabtous rust. For crime, pest to the soul, does watch and carry For bodies pest, and is its emissary: With oily words does it eutrapelize, And with Dardanean art too syrenize. Findes it obsequious to its call and beck, And rules it as its Hogan Mogan Smeck.

Because against wise (a) 1.56 Esop some did rage: They felt from Pe•••• pounces of o••••frage. Because the Romans Manlius did condemn To death, being innocent, with punick crime: They (as some great Theologists have said, With Sibil, thought to be (b) 1.57 entheated) Infliction had pat to their villany, And suffer'd Pests coccinean cruelty. David too thousands of his subjects found By beccamorto given to the ground: Because for giving holy prebend, curse Of thrift had laid (c) 1.58 embargo on his purse. Because by a subduction all his state He'l calcule, must himself denumerate. Since, then, Pest's crimes punition, that so Fares by't as thrush that dungs on misletoe: Or as that smith and known Merc••••••al gull, Who cow'd himself by Phala••is's bull. If contrary contrary meet to try The mastership by mutual courtesie: Collatcrate and be such friendly mates, As one the others wounds consolidates. Penitence ne're with Pestilence will station, Ne're be coll••gue nor joyn in parentation.

Who would not in this cataclysm die, Like Morkin, Leaches say, to hill must flye. Infected house shun more than hate to carry In an illuvious, mucid columbary: Make gun as intestinum rectum, where Physick may issue have to purge the air: Charge sweat it tend at ev'ry pore to carry Lethean humours out as ostiary. Let cautery mouth open that may spawl, As if provok't by some emeticall. VVith vinegar make spear the spoil divide, And lancepresado be to hosticide: Sugar amand, and suffer no such choice Sweet thing at board to have a choral voice. But what say they who can with words trans∣port Sick soul to health, when their best skill's a∣mort? VVho would not be this feral monsters prey; Fall in insidious Catoblepa's way; He must himself abduce and sevocate From lu••ulent pe••caminou•• estate: Make resip••scence his reverticle, Can utmost rage of larval foe repell. There * 1.59 grave his habitation in a rock, And with his gemm'd Mausoleum danger mock. Sakers of crebrous sighs must voice to clear The souls threnetick, languid hemisphere.

Humours he must propel till they retreat, Fall and precipitate themselves in sweat; With dolorous and rainy eyes make wells T'officiate as lugubrous fontenels: Acerb Compunction use to cut, prick, fret, And be to conscience as its tabouret. Friandises, rambooz, mulse, all the throng, Of dainties, sargeants be to t••eth and tongue, As Sinons nauseate, and from the table Keep as landloopers or abacted rabble. Thus did the Royal Cytharist when he Would subjugate Plagues pervicacity. Fasting he in a P••ycomachy, strives To win the host of heaven by collatives. His eyes while they are storm'd by showry South, Nothing but shriveing's liquid in his mouth. Decubiae and abstinance, these are His Pylad••an protocolls to prayer: Makes his Gilt with his tears together drop. So takes the bight of heaven with telescope. Sambuck lays by, agnizes all his rants. And Israels sweet singer then recants. While a cilicious Sambenit environs His bare flesh, rakes his wounds with scalping irons: Seposites robes, crown, septer, and in stead With ashes spices his anointed head;

And his basilical great Honour must Sit where alive he's buried, in the dust. Thus he, and thus each Roman Matron, she Though hackney strumpet to Idolatry: Yet in such times when Apollyon came With saliant lust to ravish ev'ry dame; They sending troups of agonistick fears, To hold their paillards by their andoillers: Ev'ry salacious wish and wanton groan, Licensing to catuliate alone, Scarmigliate and contrite then they be: Each stubborn, stiff Aloia bends her knee, They wash their Idols temples with their tears, Assurding them with sobs, complaints, sus∣pires. A better way we cannot well invent T' avoid a quarantene then keeping Lent: When we refrene willfull ingluvious maw And Lust, with Fannian and Scatinian Law: Doe from the soul those kitchen vapours keep, Which lull its entelechie fast asleep; That power by which the heavenly satraps be Assistant to us with their Hierarchy. If in this lugent state we'd finde com∣pa••••on, Revoke the sentence of our decimation: Be in possession quietly at home, Where Zums now and † 1.60 Ohims daily roam:

Desire Arachne with her Phalacrus, Might eat their way securely out of us: If we would have some remedy that brings Vaginipennous Plague to close its wings: Be eartht agen; else flye and make retreat To distant part of African or Gete, Kyrie Eleison be our charm. * 1.61 One may Call Heavens fire: † 1.62 thousands voice it quite away. Cardiognostick haubertne're * 1.63 deverts His mercy from an hecatomb of hearts. By obtestation from him we shall Delin••ment have delen••sicall, Calastick, septicall, emollient, Peptick, what e're from Hygia can be sent; What gives us reviviction: so can cure With Loves supernal fire our calenture. While we conslagitate his grace, he fights His own arms, conque'ring our Amalekites. By such a winding cockle-stairs as these, We mount above the power of all disease. Salacia and Thetis should contest, Which from which eye can fluce out th' ocean best.

Drawing amarous streams, from thence t' ob∣tain Far more illustrious title o're the Main. The Penitential Psalms direct the way To sing our plangent dirg and Naenia. They're safe from being by Plagues deluge drown'd, Who wash themselves in this Probatick Pond. The vertuous Bethesda of our eyes, Makes sin and Plague, not us, the sacrifice. To gain lost virgin state the Lazarous▪ Squalid and jacent finde it Canathus. VVith sighs we draw heavens vital air, with grones New life: as those that toucht * 1.64 Elisha's bones. Remorse is such a thing by which we're made To speed on then the most when retrograde. Waters of Shiloah that softly fell From Sions foot, were call'd the † 1.65 Dragons W••ll. Such are our coulant tears steal down to meet And pa's the humblest courtship of our feet. That fig••r'd help: and this to us does so. Coule-sang plague drinks here and bursts in two. But we must take more pains, that it may fall T' our lot to have a Year Sabbatical.

Tis not enough with folded arms to grone, Sit and resolve to make Ephesian moan: That we more then irrorate cheeks, so weep, That couch and bed each floating seems a ship. These are but ocious acts would fain be blest With ease at wish; have without labour rest. If our armes be not busie after all, Our tears will make our eyes but mopsical. Our sacred tenure's soccage, which we owe To sudatorious manage of the Plough. We must saburrate ship, least in the brine It swims it reel, stumble and turn carrine: With hands as well as eyes be diligent, If we Pests racemation would prevent. The great Theoremist's digests, psephisms, Decretals, scits, cancel our motacisms. No student e're his sacred volume took For practice, can be blotted out his book. What ever of Palladium was said Chimerically, here's the Word and Deed Decachord makes Plagues spirits by the sound In their Chimmerian hypoge abscond. Each bankrupt reliquator here may be Discharg'd by grant of novae tabulae This gives us bill of health by sea and land: Is our safe convoy and our caravan. This Lesbian rule * 1.66 thus steads us: And his mouth Who'll doubt, he being the Fidius of truth?

Nomark here tells us, who with things divine Make in their hearts ablectick officine: Doe to their Attick Christian faith fit place And class allow to ev'ry sister Grace: Make them stand as such brious part'ners As were to dance by musick of the sphears. Handed with such associates * 1.67 ne're will fall, But be to Destiny despoticall. Nona and th' other two for ever be Secluded from the Vertues company. Those against these can harbour no designs To sidelay or eyebite their Valentines. They, though the puissant Regents of mishap, Doe never lay dead pledges in their lap: These never act sad part in tragedy, Nor sing in consort with Melpomene. They face the ortive sun: but do not know Funebrous blasts that from Sirocco blow. These daimonds be to contagion: Take all magnetick vertue from the stone. Vertues become when sbïrro pest affai•• Offenders, their mallevadors and bails. Oft they have courtiers who their kind∣ness prove, And then vacillate, as if drunk with love. Their mercedaries for some present boon They be; but onely love them for a moon. With them a while exceedingly rejoyce, But quickly are deponents of their choice.

Float as Cutilia's isle, and change their minde, As often as Hyena's doe their kinde. Staticall helps such want for cure and ease, And need stegnoticks for their loose disease. 'Tis not who starts nor he that runs apace: But † 1.68 he runs well to goal, who wins the race. 'Tis not French fury, but long faithful strife Hath promise of the * 1.69 diadem of life. Who vertues keep, do'nt euripize, but be As constant to them as the Baltick Sea. To have allodial lands we can't devise A better way then give them predial tythes. The oil of these wise virgins lamps, on fire Of Pest hath force to make it soon expire. Nothing can e're with Vices them in∣gage To make condict or joyn in voisinage. They're Amazons ne're but with cartel greet them, Nor unless in steccado ever meet them. The one as acolites are serviceable To Angels at heavens high communion table. In ev'ry languid and lugubrous breast, Ioyous invigorating power ingest. The other wait Hells plots, trepans, snares, nets: As Pagod's, Deumo's, Ashtaroths valets.

To intervert, enervate and infest, They conders are and scuttles to the Pest. They have an electricity to draw. All acherontick Plagues to fire our straw. That Plague may cease, Curtius life must be priz'd, And populace of sin be sacrific'd. Who vertues for their help and favour choose, To curb Pest's stasiastick boutefeu's, Abdicate vice, and all that vice retains, With their relicts, encliticks and remains. That Vertues, birds of Paradise, may come, Hawkers extrude, and vitious fowls deplume. Who'd be their friend, his morals interpole; His minde embellish, calander his soul. They'l have none are vertiginous to wooe them; None blind or lame in their affection to them. Nergal by heathen Sycophants was meant Competitour with the Omnipotent. They thought it fit, while they to him did pray, To joyn the senseless aid of Ashima. Nibhaz ca'nt move nor Tartak; yet each stands To help their † 1.70 servants, with their wooden hands. So many their devotions sever now, That quotient serves vice and vertue too:

Use vices as acetars, that with these. Vertues may down and much the better please. Thus as if in a quarrefour they stand; Can on, or back, or turn to either hand. Each with a vafrous slight can change their fist, Be zelot now and then libidinist. Mulato-like, seeming to have a right To Hell and Heaven, have parents black and white. But rivals they detest, unless they be First wedded to their own society. Bigots or bigamists they will have none. But who takes them, all joyn and make but one. Their Lovers they will have admire their worth, As solely as the needle does the North. To be a carnalist is to refuse The true Olympus for meere spittle house: T'obvaricate his dearest health, and vary His armes from Temple into Mortuary. His mirth's Abderian laughter; does but tend To make him agelastick in the end. Kenodoxist himself does vainly tire, To follow false lights into pits and mire. The lawlese's destructive Power and spight, Breaks down an hedge that serpent may him * 1.71 bite. The mammonist with all his ill-got gain, Is Cerberus in adamantine chaine.

Stasiarchs glory happily may flush With mid-dayes beams, proves soon occiduous. Gnatho's and they who lead Apicius life, Devote to their delicious throats a knife. Suist no care nor toil will let alone To please himselfe, roules Sisyphus's stone. Beauty's star-gazers have th' unhappy luck T'admire phantasms and be Planet-struck. Vice is plagues whispring-place, that does afford True correspondent sound to every word. Who suffer under Libitines black rod, First nourisht Vices colubriferous brood. If plague tomb our elychnious bodies, these Were first by vice brought to their obsequies. This makes our Golgatha, and Death when he Gives us the stroke, this holds the clepsydre. Others may sing our dirge, this will devise Our sad commendaces and close our eyes. Noe Neades like Vices when they rave And roar, to shake our Earth into the grave. They ev'ry hour such serpents breed, as will Defie and hiss in scorn at Ibis bill. If we doe apolactize, force and tread Them under foot, we get above plagues head. Best presentaneous help we have, 's to clear All our araneous works and gossymeare. Such rust delimate, our gold bright will show. Filtre such dregs: from pest we run free too. When all the World lay plagued mortally With phagedaena of enorm••ty;

So virulent, that leach from heaven was sent, And needs must die to save the patient. Who 'tells us of his coming, cryes, and prayes, That we prepare him clean, straight, even wayes. So now our taske's the same, to breake and cart Scelesticke scopelisin from the heart: That nothing in our conversation be Of rancid or mephiticke quality: T'unbow crook•• wonts, wrie acts to regulate: Make brochity of will and manners straight. Euthemy both procures euthanasie, And's fanative to Erysipely. Ephemerist who his aberrancyes Calculates faithfully with mouth and eyes, With controbanded goods he does detest, With his delicts he desecrates the pest. Our mourning's dark red porphyry should now With wilkie features enterlace its brow. Though black without, yet fairer be then fire Underneath, as Contemplatives attire: Hew'd as the Parian marble, or what shows The beauteous argent smiles of Iuno's rose. Our salves and us can alabaster fence Best from corruption with its innocence. We are to get our health as those of Greece Did gather golden grains, with Iasons fleece.

Our soules great shepheard, then, now seems to sleep, While murrain plays the wolfe among the sheep, Will wake, its storm rebuke, and safely carry His bleating lamkins in his oviary. He'l be our nuptialist, and then esteem We as with spotless pudor come to him. While Virtue from him kindly rules our Nights, He'l make the Delian twins, Latonian lights. Our spouses salade is the surest fence Against gisarmes of the Pestilence. Among those conquer this, Physitians call Treacle despot and podestate to all. Treacle, to use the right, we must not make Of trivial, aconicke earthly snake: But what the true Fanus is, and is found In heaven, like Zodiacke to clasp it round. The Serpent Moses lifted up who view'd, By touch of visial beams their healths renew'd. We understand the figure well, that * 1.72 'twas Mystery of our Shiloh on the Cross. Dragon Pest use all its mecidial tricks, We cross its spight by eyeing Crusifix. The Romans when they had endur'd the pain Long time of Pests ign••vomous disdain, To Epidaurus sent Ambassadors For Esculapius snake to work their cures.

This came: Plague ceas't. And hence they make relation, How their devotion to't made their piation. But sure we are 'tis onely he whose tread Had the sole power to bruise th' Old Serpents head. The deadly steam reeks from his poisonous den, In curst revenge on us, repels again. In pitty to our humane frailty, he Cloath'd himself with, cures its infirmity. He whom Leviathan cannot resist, Turns him with hook to breath which way he list. None enter heavens Elysium, but they Who pass through him is lifes sole gate and way He's that harmonious * 1.73 vent, that if we trust, Focillate will our fires and quench our thirst. Iliads of evils from us he'l expel, Our griefs and languors mancipate to hell: All flagrant gledes and firedrakes drive from hence, To ring the Curfew to the Pestilence. Who basis takes away, sure, can forbear To keep the structure hanging in the air. Who imprecated sin, did cause dismiss, Effect can chase, and ban the 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉.

He needs, if brazen snake could save alive, Must cure who cures by representative. 'Gainst phymata, oedemata, what e're Distringent is by chagrin, pain or fear, What e're 's tabi••icall or makes us sick, Christ's thorns expunge and mortise to the quick. A tempest of acutest malady, His rood converts into a malacy. Then Carduus benedictus if more bitter, Its virtue proves ten thousand times the sweet∣er Relike of this with gratia Dei meets Our dead flesh and exulcerate ferits. Impolueriz'd by sufferings, it makes Poma ambrae and manus Christi cakes. A some it is does not depress but carry Its gerents to the starry laqueary: Flotes them above deluge of Earth and brings Through all the Orb of fire on wooden wings. This badge while in their Purpura they bear, Makes them Knights here with the Patri••••i 'Tis septer o're both Globes, * 1.74 guidon of might, there. And tables of the Law laid thwart and right. † 1.75 Tis Fortunes wheel, th' Arts turnst••le solely ha••s The place to give them way and let them pass.

Cyclopaedia's axis, Learnings hand, Its sense does and the letters too expand. Piazza of the worlds four parts, where they To make a league together meet and stay. Their symbol and impress, rule, protipe, frame, Includes them and indigits whence they came. Physicks Pharmacopoea comprehends Art infinite to all poor leach commends. Its timber can, where ever need requires. Contabulate our wants and our desires. Physick may have hand of our cure at need, But still Religion ownes the heart and head. She 'twas that when sins Cypress tree was grown All o're the earth, gave charge to cut it down. 'Twas she that whole our piteous eye-sore made, By the detenebration of its shade. 'Twas that compassionate celestial dame, Clos'd Divine Nature here in Virgin ••rame. Was caliduct of sacred fires, whence we May supervive by uranoscopy. And when first the Creator gave each birth, Was suppellecticarious to Fa••th: So that to view defecated did come All the agroted Chaos had in womb, She ev'ry species genus claim'd for his Ordain'd; then pen'd the Physick genesis. Sh•• plant and herb sororiant design'd Prol••sick and lustrifick in its kinde.

She made it vegetive, and did it tie With the frank almoine of her Charity. She, she it was, that e're it budded forth, Did to our use pastilicate its worth. On humane art why should we fondly rest, That is but stoln or borrowed at the best? When we may have what's real beauty, seem Content with the prestiges of a dream? We ca'nt, when Nature does our Life disband, Commit it to more safe and tender hand. Rapine and Insolence, such as ingage To propagate ochlocrasie of Rage; All macellarious complices and fiends, Plot to abet and act pale Horrours ends, Before her sink, while they themselves con∣found, As giddy Eddy in its circles drown'd. And more indulgent touch then hers can ne're Come from the close embrace of gentle air, When smiling she a sunny mantle throws About the blooming infant of the Rose. More grateful and obliging courtesie Ne're ray'd from Goddess of the Morn, when she For her belov'd weary Endymions head, In blushing satten makes his spicy bed. Ne're from serene Lucina came, who ties Her vigils vestment round with starry eyes, When the tir'd Howers of the day doe creep, Into her open douney breast to sleep.

O do'nt despise a Beauty, whose despight Does all our wishes, hopes, designs benight. Whose Injury and Indignation are The rigid pregnant parents to despair. Whose frown indusiated with threats, may stand For gift from Circes or Roxana's hand. And whose all-bounteous ••avour, when 'tis gone, Leaves us despons't to Gods of wood and stone. O doe not slight a Beauty so supream, Brightens Heaven with her Iuno's diadem. Who, where she lists, the Civick crown confers, Frustrates and makes irrite dire climacters, And in whose smiles patulicates all this And life hereafter can embrace of bliss Slight not, O slight not her, with charms who sings Plague dead, & covers you with Cupids wings. Paul plants, Apollo waters: when all's done, She's wanted irradiation of the Sun. When Doctors have exantlated t••eir skill, Her Raphaels sacred Physick cure•• our ill. That Plague surprize us not with fear or dread, Sanctuary stands upon Religions head. We see, through Art, where e're we cast our eye, All Nature circuncluded with the Sky.

FINIS.

Notes

• (a) 1.1

  Psal. 3••.2.
• (b) 1.2

  Job 13 19.
• (c) 1.3

  John 1.9.
• (d) 1.4

  〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, occultarc morbum•• fu••••slum.
• * 1.5

  S•••••• of fancy.
• * 1.6

  Two F••ctions in Venice, that at a set time in the year contend for the mastery upon a bridge; whence they tumble one another into the water.
• (a) 1.7

  1 Sam. 14.10. Judg. 7.•• 22▪
• * 1.8

  Plin
• * 1.9

  Hipp. sect. 1. ••pho 21.
• * 1.10

  Deut. 12 8.
• † 1.11

  A marble Figure upon a tomb in St. Peters Church of a very beau••iful Lady, wi••h which a Spaniard wa•• so enamoured, that ••e expiated his lust upon it, as if it had b•••••• alive.
• † 1.12

  2 Tim. 2.17.
• * 1.13

  E••od. 7.11, 2 Tim. •• 8.
• * 1.14

  Gen. 42 35.
• † 1.15

  Non ••st vivere ••ed vale•••• vita.
• * 1.16

  Luke 16.28.
• † 1.17

  Gaēta, a gr••at g••ping mount••in betw••••n Rom•• an•• Napl••s, supposed to be cl••ft assund••r by an ••arthquak••
• * 1.18

  2 Kings 4.40.
• † 1.19

  1 Cor. 10.23.
• * 1.20

  Mercur. lib 1. de venen. c. 14.
• † 1.21

  ••o E••••d 〈◊〉〈◊〉
• † 1.22

  Plu••. in Alex.
• * 1.23

  A Cave near Naples
• † 1.24

  Ari•••• •• m••••co••. •• ••
• * 1.25

  T•••• a stuli•• um••••••••••lus alter. M.••eur B••iti••••ico
• (a) 1.26

  Theoph. lib 9 de hist plant ••. 16
• (b) 1.27

  Albert. magn. l. 7 dea'imal •• 2.
• (c) 1.28

  Mercurial ••. 14 depe, l. pr•••••• 2
• * 1.29

  Psalm 19.
• † 1.30

  Levit. 18. 25.
• † 1.31

  Evagr. l. 4. c. 25.
• † 1.32

  27. 〈◊〉〈◊〉
• * 1.33

  〈…〉〈…〉 Jo•• Imp••r.
• † 1.34

  Demo••ri••s
• (b) 1.35

  〈◊〉〈◊〉.
• (c) 1.36

  Mercur. l. 1. c. 6.
• * 1.37

  Pic intergris duchus lib m••d
• † 1.38

  Phil 1▪ grassi•••• part 2 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Pan
• * 1.39

  Petrus Pa••h, in tract. de pest. c 9.
• (a) 1.40

  Hist Eccles. 1903
• (b) 1.41

  Euseb. 1.2, de niort Gal•• •• 18.
• * 1.42

  Inc. 24 Matth.
• † 1.43

  2 King 3 15.
• * 1.44

  Phalercus cx. gr. &.
• * 1.45

  He affirmed he never saw any die of the Plague 〈◊〉〈◊〉 used it.
• † 1.46

  V. Hew••••.
• * 1.47

  Palmer l de f••b pest. c. 17.
• * 1.48

  •• Chron. 16 1.
• * 1.49

  Gal. in Ep••d••m.
• (a) 1.50

  Hom. pr. Ili.
• (b) 1.51

  D••ut. 23. L••vi••. 26.
• † 1.52

  2 King 2.22
• * 1.53

  ••. 10 de subtil exer 32
• † 1.54

  A concivii•• ex••la•• philo••ophia.
• * 1.55

  In ••. 6 2 paral. vers. pestilen.
• (a) 1.56

  In opus. de iis qui s••••ò pu••iuntur.
• (b) 1.57

  Liv. ••ec. 1.••.1.
• (c) 1.58

  Abu••••••s.
• * 1.59

  Isa. 22 16.
• † 1.60

  Is••. 13 21. & 34 14.
• * 1.61

  2 Kings 1.10.
• † 1.62

  1 King 8.37, 38, 39.
• * 1.63

  2 King. 13.4. Ma••k 11.24. Ma••••••••. 7.11.
• * 1.64

  2 King 13.21.
• † 1.65

  N.h••m 2. 13.
• * 1.66

  Levit. 26 Deut. 5 29. Deut. 7.12.15.
• * 1.67

  2 P••l 1, 5, 6, 7, & 10.
• † 1.68

  1 Cor 9 24.
• * 1.69

  Rev ••.10.
• † 1.70

  2 King 17.31, 32, & 41.
• * 1.71

  Eccles 10.8.
• * 1.72

  Iohn 3.14.
• * 1.73

  2 King 3.15, 16, 17, &c.
• * 1.74

  1 Cor. 1 18
• † 1.75

  Matth. 10 18.