Gideon's fleece, or, The Sieur de Frisk an heroick poem, written on the cursory perusal of a late book, call'd The conclave of physicians / by a friend to the muses.
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Gideon's fleece, or, The Sieur de Frisk an heroick poem, written on the cursory perusal of a late book, call'd The conclave of physicians / by a friend to the muses.
Author
Guidott, Thomas, fl. 1698.
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London :: Printed for Sam. Smith ...,
1684.
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Harvey, Gideon, 1640?-1700? -- Conclave of physicians.
Medicine -- Early works to 1800 -- Poetry.
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"Gideon's fleece, or, The Sieur de Frisk an heroick poem, written on the cursory perusal of a late book, call'd The conclave of physicians / by a friend to the muses." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A42302.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2024.
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To the AUTHOR of the CONCLAVE.
YOUR Bolt is gone, and only in this wise,That you so long about it did advise;'Twas not soon shot, the Malice was prepense,And therefore justly gave the more offence;But a mild Judge, that all things calmly hears,At this time spar'd your Neck, and cropt your Ears.If you scape greater scouring, by a trick,You'r fitter for the Conclave of Old Nick;It is his Trade the Brethren to accuse,And, as the * 1.1Vision says, Torments a Muse;Yet while time lasts, the Muse protesteth, ThatShe will Torment both Satan and his Brat.