The art of longevity, or, A diæteticall instition written by Edmund Gayton.
Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.

CHAP. XXXIII.

MUstard is hot and dry, above the third
Degree, by it the brin and stomack's stirr'd,
And watty huours in born egions dry'd,
Her Coutrey-man its 〈◊〉 vertue try'd,
When that it caught her by the nose, did cry,
(A pox of her, a ox of ewxbury.)
Good sawce for Pork, and oose, and Brawn in chief
For Sawsages, and Tries, and powder'd Beef;
Good for the intllect, saith Avicen,
I do 〈◊〉 it unto Gtham, then,
But they must drink it faing; which they will
N••e observe, though to gain Solomons skil:
But yet for humous viscous, thick and tough,
The seed of Mu••ard is as good as snuff:
And ulveriz'd, and in vine-blanh de France
Infus'd, 'twill make a Tertian Ague dance;
It will expectorate, and further reach,
Even to the Stone (if Plinyightly teach.)
But thn in vinegar you must i lay,
Through Alpine hills these two will mak a way,
Salt is alike with Mustards quality
High-prizd with us, but more in Gallia,
Page  90Where 'tis a soveraign sauce, fit for a King,
A sauce finds meat, and clothes, and every thing;
It takes away fasidiousness in meat
(I cannot say, that which the French do eat)
Who loath even Salt it self, and heart'ly hae
It, since it comes obtruded on a Rate.
Yet it subtiles the tast, and makes it play,
Removing grosness from the Uvul;
Excites and sharpens duller appetite,
Hunger and Salt are sauce, or none is right.
But too much Salt licks up and burns the blood▪
Just in the body as it is in food,
Which is exuct, and dry, and juyceless made▪
VVhere that its briny fire doth much invade;
As by experience, to their constant grief,
Our Mariners do find it in their Beef,
And Sea provisions, which retuns them all
Trohies of Salt, sadly Scorbutical.
To those that do in Salt too much delight,
It minorates the seed, bedimms the sight.
I have two Fiends of either Sex, which do
Eat little Salt, or none, yet are friends to,
Of both which persons I can truly tell,
They are of patience most invinible:
VVhen out of temper no mischnce at all
Can put, no▪ if towards them the Salt should fall.
I know a pretty Pearl such use hath got
Of Salt, hee'd eat (if need) up Madam Lot,
A little choleick Spar, a very fire,
VVhom if to make your friend you do desire,
You shall not need a long experience make,
His Bushel's eaten, and you may him take:
Though these two tempers are excessive, know,
A trencher-Salt fo Tables we allow.
Rasis saith, Vinega is dry and cold,
It makes its lovers macilent and old,
Page  91A vinegar-fact fellow, as we say,
A Constable on his installing day,
Looks as if in urine he were soused;
Beware night-walkers, you will all be * housed,
It doth destroy the bodies noble juyce,
Unsucculents the back, and spoils its use;
A help to Quartan Agues; and all such,
Who with black Choler do abound o're much,
Which it confirms and fixes, E contrae,
It doth disperse, and infirme Choler Rubea:
It gives a passe of gust in diet, mends
The duller juyce, and downward grateful send
There are disputes, whether 'tis hot or cold,
I'me for my Sages, and with them must hold.
Honey is hot and dry (saith Isaac)
In degree second, not doth vertue lack,
Good for Cacectick persons, whose grosse chiles
And evil humors rarely it subtiles,
And makes them remeant, passant through the skin,
Where thousand little dores are to be seen.
If you would know what are those little dores,
Madam, undoubtedly they are the Pores.
The foulness of the putrid blood in veins
It purifies, cleanseth those channels stains;
Wherefore let all, whose constitution's cold
And moist, decrepit persons, and the old
Lick Honey, or the drink-compound thereof,
'Twill warm their chilness, and 'twill cure their cough:
But you, my Friends, of cholerick tempers, know
Honey like choler is, and turneth so:
Live Honey (as we say) and eaten raw,
Is much inflative, rakes the breast and Maw,
Provokes by vomit and by Siege; but supp'd
In new laid Egg rare salve for lungs corrupt.
Page  92What need we longer praise it, when we know
Its Providore, from every flower doth blow,
Sucks universal Balm, so in a spoon
You take Gerards divine * Collection.
So that the gleanings of the vigorous Bee
Is Iohnson's labours neat Epitome.
Whom would not this glorious juyce intice
To tast it, though at lov'd Ionathan's price?
OYLES.
Of Oyles the Oyl of Olives weares the bayes,
Hath higher vertues, therefore higher praise:
Pliny the Senior, (whom Vesuvius kils,
And th' eructations of those fiery hils,
A sad example, and precaution gives
To all (though ne're so learn'd) inquisitives,
Not to be wise, and peep in things too high,
We have our Aetna's in Divinity)
Pardon the length of this Parenthesis,
That Pliny shall declare Oyles qualities:
It is all bodies suppler; but the dry
And hide-bound ought it most to magnifie;
Vellum-fac'd fellows, living whit-leather,
Eat Genoa Olives, and the Oyl together,
Until your parchment bodies give a soul,
Sordid and covetous Trayn-oyl can't unfoul;
It makes the body strong and vigorous,
(A word of late in wondrous use with us,
But then against the sacred Oyl) it drives
Poysons, though double twist by jealous Wives.
It gently layes the torments of the guts,
Cleanseth the tripes, and oes those lower huts:
The head-ach pains it cures, and mildly swages
The ardor that in burning Feavors rages.
Page  93What windy vapours dares ith' body stay,
Or come in this aerial Unguents way?
Then if your eyes you'd have like Diamonds
Sparkle, (with such rare flame your eyes abounds,
Madam) Oyl will hem clarifie, advance
A handsome face to Cherub's countenance.
The Cerusses are known, and we allow
To you the mellow sleek-stone of the brow;
Such Arts are legal, wot you what Hester
Bestow'd in sweets, when for the King she drest her?
For all our long and still upheld turmoyles,
And all my suffering, I'me for Soveraign Oyles.
The Oyle of Nuts most vehement and hot,
Let them, who Fistula's ith' eyes have got,
Use it from Madam Stepkins hand, or buy
It well compounded by good Surgery.
The Oyle of Almonds is more temperate,
It doth the breast and lungs cleanse and dilate:
The grated reins and bladder do receive
Huge ease, when we this lenifier give.
Specks in the face it takes away, how so?
When Ladies that use Oyl have Specks we know:
The round, the long, the star, the great, the lesser,
And are made Ursa's by their Woman-dresser.
Though Ʋrsa is a Beare, I mean them none,
Unless it be a Constellation.
The scarrs of Wounds by Oyle and Honey mixt
Are plain'd and levell'd though a long time fixt:
Rare remedy in fighting blustring times,
Such as are ours, the more, God knows, our crimes:
This Medicine is most parable, not hard;
Hast thou the Morphyes, use it Renegard,
Page  94Thou who hast ventur'd much, and bravely dar'd,
When that thy body is one scarre, as chance
May make it in thy next renown'd advance,
Then call for Oyl of Nuts my Renigard.
Now like the Squirril, which on Nuts doth feed,
We leap from verses to some nobler deed.