Hymnus tabaci a poem in honour of tabaco. Heroïcally composed by Raphael Thorius: made English by Peter Hausted Mr of Arts Camb.

TABACO.

Book II.

Remove the Candle and the Pipes; (ho there!) We've tane a large draught of the fired ayr: While our inventions haste, and there remain Perfect Ideas in our hight'ned brain; Let us make good the words which we have spoke, We scorn to feed the world with nought but smoke; Dulness will seaze us, and gray-hairs (a thing Beardless Apollo cannot brook) will bring Mandates for a divorce 'twixt us and thee, Cirrha, q 1.1 thy Temple and our piety.

Say Muses how the Indians conquer'd were What Trophaees great god Bacchus raised there,

How that fierce nation was with pleasing awe Soft'ned to th' observation of his Law,

How he their bloody banquets chang'd, and made Of the destroying sword a saving spade; And with what ease (as one who playes) the r 1.2 old Man did the vertues of s 1.3 that leafe unfold.

Perchance the north-commanding King, who led t 1.4 You through the calm Sea from the cloven head Of Mount Parnassus to his guilded hall, This your discourse unto his ear may call, Who though on its natural sent he no price sets, Yet if perfumed with your violets, And odoriferous breath (as sweet as those) Amongst his pillowes it may finde repose.

The conqueror once planted in his throne, Did not with bloody weapons prey upon

Their lives or goods, nor did he go about To make strange lords driving the natives out: Nor like a Tyrant sought with violence To force his trembling Subjects to obedience; Experience having tutor'd him that where Fear is thick sowen, nothing is reap'd but fear. With smiling brow and gentle compellation He crept into the favour of the Nation, Whose easie love did their hard hearts incline To capability of discipline; And with its powerful Retorick provoke The churlish Soyl to undergo the yoke.

The Land had ill report for Beasts which there Inhabited, the spotted Linx, "the Bear,

Wolves, Tigers, swift-foot Lybards, and the stout Lions ("as Captains) mingled with the rout, There all unpunished in ambush lay For lives of beasts and men which were their prey; Nor had they care those enemies to destroy; In mutual slaughter was their onely joy; Their great delight it was, their chiefest good To spoil the neighbouring field with fire & blood; And having slain, inhumanly t'appose Upon their reeking table their boyl'd foes: The gentle Victor * 1.5 hated much to be A partner in their savage gluttony, Who in their thirst of blood did not surceafe To sprinkle on them a desire of peace. Their King he longd to see, and those vast parts, And into their gross minds t' instil the Arts. Out of his many such as he knew to be Of civil garb smooth'd by urbanity, A few he did select, (these liberty, The larger use of Wine and Venery Had feeble made, until th' heroick ayr O' th' noble plant, and business did repair Their near exhausted nature, and restore Them to that strength which they had lost before) Balanus and Amphoria he did call, Merry Neander too, good fellows all; To these the one-ey'd Pelias he thought fit To joyn, and Idmon famous for his wit,

"Nimble to break a jest in verse or prose, But laught at for the blew bunch on his nose; The mumping Trullus too, who always feard He should be mockd for having of no beard: Close at their backs creeps Aper, who of late A jolly drinker was, but wayward fate ("Knowing his belly t' have no need of ears) Had rob'd him of his hearing, who now bears A presence not so welcome as before; Ill chance into u 1.6 Mirth's Pallace bard the w 1.7 door, Commanded to retire he was, but he (Poor soul) was deaf to leave good company.

The petty King x 1.8 Haematoes, then whom None crueller to bring the captives home,

And being there, devour them, prov'd to have His Empire not far off, whom a large Cave Shut up from sight of Sun: there ye might see Shambles of human flesh (o cruelty!) Bodies of young and old men there did lie Pin'd up in Coops, fatted with Paste to die By th' Buchers hand. Hither with dogs and darts, With wide-mash'd Nets and all their hunting arts, With merry Cornet, and the horns shril sound Mixt with the filling crys o'the deep-mouth hound; The Troup turns in. Here doth the Tyrant dwell, (Just such a Palace hath the god of Hell)

The Caves large mouth gap'd wide about the door, ("A fearful sight!) mens bones did pave the floor, The Turrets of the same with horrid looks Show'd like a garden set with Hartichokes When their rough heads into long scales are grown, And their proud tops are almost Thistle-down.

It fortun'd here to be a feast that day, And their fat things unto the fire they lay; The noise without did summon from his cave The King, on whose head a green plume did wave: He stares a while, then flies into his den, So does a second, so a third agen, Forgetting all (such was their suddain fear) To bar the gate and keep the strangers there: In this amazement Idmon first did enter The unknown passage (famous for that venture) Led by a quick-nos'd dog; then followed The youthful Crue groping as they were led; For there no windows were, nor any light, Onely a little glimmering strook down right From the Grotts mouth, which with a doubtful ray Seem'd as they pass'd to stammer out the way; Silenus in the midst does nothing fear, But Bacchus thought him safest in the Reer: At length they come drawn by the stink of meat Nastily drest, into a hall repleat With steam and noise, where the most horrid face Of a cruel Kitchen that e'r eye did trace

Struck the first Ent'rers dumb; ful Caldrons here Of reeking heads plaid ov'r the fire, and there Fast'ned to dog-tree spits shoulders and thighes Of men dropt into dishes; ("drop mine eyes) And the preparers of this goodly feast Were Women-Cookes girded about the wast: Hard by in Francks (like fatted Boares) there lay (Reserv'd as dainties for the next feast day) The bodies of ten men; these passed by Not without tears, god Bacchus on doth hye To seek Haematoës, whom the trusty nose Of the fierce Mastie does at length disclose Lurking in a dark hole, whom (being found) He thus accosts, low lowting on the ground; Rise O thou, wretch, and learn to look on men; Harmless we come, nor minde to pay agen Thy slaughters void of all humanity, With the just slaughter both of thine and thee; We do forgive, to pitty we incline; Our manners are not steep'd in blood, but wine.

Yet if in blood ye take so great delight, And have so burning a desire to fight;

Make war with beasts, from th' herds the Lions drive, But spare your Neighbour-men, keep them alive: Into your bellies cram not such odious meats, Nor with such y 1.9 filthy Trophies deck your gates:

Wolves do not know such rage; Tygers invade Not Tygers, nor yet is th' Lion made A feast to th' angry Lion; take away This most inhuman Diet then, and lay These sadder Relicks of your Tyranny Low under earth forgotten; happily We shall finde honester dishes: "And your Feast, "By our new Cates shall not be spoild, but grac't.

* 1.10 He nothing clear did answer, through his throat Was only sent an obscure grunting note;

And with a look worthy his speech, he' obey'd The † 1.11 Monitor unwillingly, and laid Commands upon his trembling Clients, "who Prepared to act what he did bid them do.

The cursed meat gave place, and in its room On cleanly Spits Pleasanter viands come; Shoulders of Staggs, and Sowes, the fearful Hare, The Duck and Mallard, and what else their care, And Hunters labour did provide— The ground's their their table, (time will not allow Them to provide them better tables now) Bacchus sat first, Silenus next, the third Haematöes; which done, the humble board Without all order was incompass'd round By the lords of Bacchus Court; then on the ground In jolly Knots the common souldiers sate, Each with a painted Target on his back.

"The Courtly Liber gently his hands does wring, "And with soft words thus strokes the * 1.12 barbarous King. The Fates be kinde unto us, never may We have a just case to repent this day The joyning of our hands, but happy be These fair beginnings of our amity. Banish (my Friends) these unclean rites, and live The life of men, "merit the name I give: And thou my brother, King, forgive I pray Our ruder entrance "and our longer stay, Condemn not our free language, which shall prove Signes to confirm, and bonds to tye our love: This entertainment may hereafter be A benefit to your posterity; Nor shall your youth repent they heard us tell (The best of human things) how to live well. Be this thy pledge, then which no holier thing Is in thy vowes; thus spake the God and King. This said, a bowle of liquor straight he drunk, Which flow'd but lately from a tall tree trunk That stood hard by in leather bags. The * 1.13 beast Next took the bowle, "which quakes to be imbrac't By such a hand, and though unknown till then, Belching the clotted blood of wretched men, The Nectar forceth down, ("O cruel doom "So good a Guest should have so bad a room!) "The noble liquor hating such disgrace "Made offer to return and quit the place,

"But he not willing to it, sends forth raw "And filthy belches from his stinking maw; At which laugh'd Pelias, Idmon held his nose, But Liber becken'd to them to compose Themselves, and with words fitted to that end, Settled the wavering Countenance of his * 1.14 Friend.

You' have play'd the man, he cries, but pray you show Whether the Liquour pleaseth you or no.

With that his front and eyebrowes being drawn To th' crown of 's head, thus the great Beast did yawn; Beleeve me (stranger-guest) the sort of bloud From whatsoever Throat it flow'd, is good: Not better comes from 'a beardlesse youth then this; I doe not fear to drink the second dish If any proves so kind to fill it mee.

Bacchus reply'd, it shall be given thee; But yet take heed, alas thou canst not tell

(Good man) what danger in this bloud doth dwell. To adde Bowles to Bowles is an unseemly thing, And hurtfull too, by thine own harm (O King) I willingly will not permit thee know; Better thy 'experience to another owe.

But 'tis to me a miracle to see How of your home-bred riches yee should bee

So ignorant! this pleasing liquour which Your duller palate doth so much bewitch, The tribute is but of an obvious Tree, Which by small pains, less cost obtain'd may bee;

Whose willing branches ever open stand Ready t'imbrace the knife and wounding hand, Pouring forth rivers that do know no ending, Eternall streams from living fountains sending. Be rul'd, and let the Earth's good bounty then Obtain its lawfull use; why ("being men) Should yee account it a brave thing to owe Your fat to humane veins? and lurking low In th'Earths close womb, like Serpents, remov'd quite From Men and Sun, t'extinguish Natures light? Yee have the Shape of Men, the Breasts, nor are Courage and Strength wanting in you for warre; So many good things then why will yee have To lie intombed in a lazy Grave?

Your manly Character is losse, and though Your food be bloud, your colour is not so:

But a blue Palenesse on your swoln face sits, And your retired eyes are two deep pits. No difference is betwixt your Cheeks and Nose; Your Face a Bladder seem;s, Scurf only grows, Not Hair upon your Temples; your lips swell With Putrefaction; your loose Teeth distill Black bloud, and not without great pains yee draw Your often stopped breath — Your Nerves have not the power (though you the will) To thrust your Ribs out when your Lungs do fill. Your weakness by short pantings is bewray'd As on your Breast there were a Mountain laid;

Slow is your pace, your knees each other beat, And no desire yee have of wholesome meat; It is your chief delight, your greatest praise, On the dull ground to slumber out your days. VVhich Plagues by this dark irksom Cave are bred, (Through which nor winds nor Sun e're travailed,) Help'd by your noysom Fare; or rather sent By th' angry Gods unto your punishment; But for your Barbarism you dearly pay, Your foul draughts now returning the same way. They entred through your mouths, as if the would Admonish you at length to know your good. But oh (such stupidness doth you possess!) Your harm yee know not, you own good much less. Saw yee that jolly smoke, which now arose (As through a Chimney) from the old * 1.15 mans nose? That smoke but now was dust, and it is scant A brace of days since that dust was a Plant, On which a neighbour † 1.16 Island of small fame Once hath bestow'd an honourable name. The end of all your mischiefs hope from hence.

You gray-hair'd Syre, who can with ease dispence The Secrets of Dame Nature; tell I pray

The vertue of the remedy, and the way It cures; be sudden and defer not then To breathe wish'd health upon these wretched men.

Silenus laid his Pipe from out his hand, And said, great things they are which you cōmand: Yet if you think these ears to which I speak VVorthy of such great mysteries to partake, I will begin. But first let libertie Unto those poor sick men be given, whom I Beheld not long ago with fetters bound, In nasty straw lying upon the ground.

Haematoës nodded a consent, their bands Are loos'd, which done, creeping on both their hands, Bearing the sad marks of their foul disgrace Each in his sullied and unmanlike face, Affraid of light like beasts from out a stall, Trembling, they'r led into the merry Hall.

Th' old Father could not hold his tears, yet said, O my companions live, be not dismaid; A better fortune waits yee: ("then descries The Pipe) here, saith he, your recovery lies, Onely be willing to be cur'd: First, than ("Pointing to one) thou poor and weak * 1.17 old man, VVhose veins salt Rhewm does fil in stead of blood; Whose feeble legs though they have long withstood And wrastled with the Gout, do faulter now; Whose blear-eyes run, and narrower do grow: Thou shalt be blind, despise my aid; imbrace My Art, thou shalt see clear as th' Eagles race.

That said, a Cloud of smoke the forthwith blows Into his greazy Cap, and clapping close The limber brims unto his head, shuts in The old mans face ("as in a bag t'had bin.) The biting Smoke into his eyes did go, And caus'd a showre of tears from thence to flow. All things about him plainer far appear'd, And light comes in, his Window's being clear'd: And now with ease he able is to say, How many Carbuncles themselves display Upon his * 1.18 Master's rough and cragged nose, Who in examination farther goes Asking him what they were, how great their num∣ber; He shows his fingers and replies with wonder, So many Strawberries I there do see, And such as in our woods are wont to bee. The old Blade shook his sides, his fellows too Laugh'd out aloud, "they could none other doe. Worthy t'have joynts without one gouty knot, Silenus cries, come suck, but fail you not To close your lips, and ope your nosthrils wide, That easily the smoke from thence may glide As from a pair of Tunnels: he did so. The Cave turns round, and the man sick does grow; He feels a tempest in his belly grumbling, And the raw morsels up and down are tumbling In his disorderd Stomack, till at last They find the way, and up he doth them cast.

Behold your Gouts destruction, he cryed, Thus is the humour at the Fountain dryed. Twice shalt thou do this, ("in its proper place) When th' Moon a 1.19 lies hid, or shines with biggest face; (Like a full Tide, for then the moisture b 1.20 springs,) After a dinner of fat Chitterlings. The Cisterns purg'd thus, the dregs being gone, The nourishment will then much purer run, Flattering the joynts as it does pass, and free From all Malignant reliques will it bee; Nor the distorted sinews be grown o're With Chaulkie hardnesse as they were before: Then shall thy feet be nimble as thy mind, T' out-dance the Satyrs, and out-run the wind. Yet if there should some foot-steps still remain Of the salt Rhewm, fly to thy Pipe again, 'Twill vanish straight, and thou possess from thence A far more active and an able Sense.

Nor does this soveraign medicine asswage The Gouts sad torment, but the Colicks rage; It cures the fearfull c 1.21 stopping of the guts, Which 'twixt the Throat & Seat no difference puts;

The swelling of the head it drives away, And bribes the d 1.22 Ears musicians not to play. Thus it will do, where it a Lover finds That constant is, nor (like a Coward) minds The rivall Chidings of his wife, when she 'Gainst th' harmlesse smoke venteth her Cruelty, Because ("forsooth) their kissing it does sowre, And with forc'd rhewm spatters her clean-rub'd floore. There was a man, as ancient stories tell, That on the sea's unwholesome shore did dwell; The noisom shore abounded with diseases, 'Mong which they say thus one the body seizes: First, a fierce pain the belly seems to bore, But as its violence increaseth more, The members all are stretc'd as with a rope, Nor any strength remains, nor any hope. Thus he afflicted, Phoebus did implore, And Phoebus soon with medicines doth him store; But his endeavours all were vanity, Till better fortune gave this remedy; Tabaco freeing him from pains and fears, Hence he ador'd Heav'ns gift, and many years In health from former evils did obtain, Nor was he more vext with this vanquish'd pain. Nor will it suffer that fierce e 1.23 Friend of Hell Which in a hollow tooth doth love to dwell,

T'inhabit there, but conjures him from thence: For when the Humour once is felt to pinch The roots o' th' Teeth, and a swoln Cheek forth puts, (Such as an Ape shows when he cracketh nuts;) Mouthe but the smoke awhile, and thou shalt see Both pain and swelling banished will bee. Many griefs else which an ill aire hath bred, Here have their cure, thus are they vanquished. The drilling f 1.24 showers which from the g 1.25 Roofs arch'd top, Do on the tender h 1.26 Bellows daily drop, Hindring the blasts which keep the flame alive, And thickned in the middle Region, strive To hang like i 1.27Clouds, stopping the door o' th'voice, Light as gnawn Parchment, are in a small trice ("Taking the powerfull smoke) brought forth, "and there "No bur remains, but straightway all is cleare. Why should I tell yee of the Mumps? or bee Troubled to name the Rope invisible? The vertiginous disease, "that sudden Devil, "Sometimes a prologue to the Falling Evill? Or the k 1.28 Wine-Sicknesse, "when the wit's i'th'Suds? Or l 1.29 dropping Noses shortly threatning Flouds?

All these are cur'd by smoke, if it be tryed When the disease is ripe, and then applyed. Nor do there want whose Youth and sinful Arts Have drawn diseases on their hidden parts; VVhether the Channels of the Ʋrine be Coroded by a nitrous spurcity, Or bounteous Nature freely doth bestow Her broken meat; keeps open House below: Let such men too from hence expect their cure; Nor let them fear who do the Stone indure, From whom the Pot such horrid cries doth hear, "That it doth wish it had not that one ear; VVho m 1.30 there screw faces, and such looks express, As does Prometheus on Mount Caucasus. I do not play the Poet now, nor fain Dreams of Parnassus, but my words are plain: Known things I speak, and such as heretofore My self have felt, e're I began t' implore Tabaco's aid, e're, at my greatest need, I found the vertues of th'admired weed. For (I'le confess) my better days worn out VVith the high-feeding Bacchus, and the rout Of drinking Satyrs did my old Vessell fill VVith Leaks, and made it subject to that ill, To know which pleasure is, to cure is more And greater profit. VVhat I heretofore

Did in my self not without pain indure, In others now shall be my joy to cure.

But seeing there an equall care should bee T' expell diseases, and to keep us free; Listen all yee who do desire to know, Being once well, how to preserve yee so.

Some do by nature (as a poyson) hate Tabaco, some most foolishly do prate Against it, cause they of the former dayes Liv'd long and sound without it. Let both these Abstain, for 'tis not comely, or to fight 'Gainst prudent Nature, or t'infuse a right Mind into him who (stubborn) does despise His Ancestors, being Fools to grow more wise.

He who does love it, let him know his why, Not like an imitating Ape let fly At all, without or councell, or end known, Advent'ring upon actions not his own. A Generation there be agen, Who drink it that they may seem Gentlemen, And show their breeding onely, who ne're think Whether the things be good or bad, they drink. It is rustick shamefac'tness, and can Never show comely in a well-bred man.

"So have I seen, at Christmasse, when my Lord "Hath set a Clownish Tenant at his board, "Th' amazed wretch takes all that's carved him, why? "Because he wanted wit how to deny.

Tabaco is not an indifferent thing, But to the Drinker good or bad does bring: First, try thy body then, and learn to know Whether thy Chimny carry smoke or no.

Hast thou a great n 1.31 round head? a Front that stāds Like a fair Foreland? brawny arms and hands? Large Shoulders, a broad brest, fat Flesh, a Tongue That's ever moist? take it, and fear no wrong. But let o 1.32 lean men forbear, whose Necks are hard, Their Foreheads narrow, small their head, their lard And puddings pinching, cheeks that up do rear Their fleshlesse bones, and nosthrils that are clear. For as the force of p 1.33 spirits to their brain Comes in but in thin Troops and weak: so again, When th' smoke appears, they all away do run As mists are frighted with the winters Sun. Nor set the q 1.34 ruddy man on whose cheek glowes A flushing that does imitate the Roses Whose breath draws thick, and whose coughs fre∣quent are, Once touch the Pipe, but utterly forswear Both in and all good fellowship, for fear He buyes his pleasure at a rate too dean: For he a fire already kindled has Within his Lungs, and cherisheth (alas)

A Feaver in his heart, "his own decay, And in a lingring flame doth melt away. But if to smoke thy love be grown so great, That not thy solemn'st vows can conquer it, But reason must yeild unto blind desire, Take then the r 1.35 Coltsfoot, for his temperate fire Warms but in flames not, whose light brushing air Cleanseth the inward Ʋlcers, and makes fair The s 1.36 Cabbin of the Brest. Once, if thou hast Some hidden cause which makes thy body wast, Or if a generall distemper dwels In every ill-affected part, or els An active Feaver in thy bloud be found, Or thou endur'st the raging of a wound, Eschew that Syren-weed Tabaco than, Which pleasing kills, 'appear to be a man. Hard though it be, yet from the flatterer run, And do not feed thine own destruction.

Besides all this, sometimes it fortunes so, That streams of bloud upwards & downwards flow In plenteous manner, which a death portends, Nature having given the reyns unto both ends. In such a case what ever happen may, Then from the t 1.37 deadly Bowles fly, fly away. For thence the current of thy bloud does swell, Thy fits of vomiting do grow more fell,

Till at the last ("to make an end of wo,) Thy Life and Lease will out together go.

But I am here arrested, and bid stand By a Writ of Reason, seeming with one hand To pluck down what I with the other built, And thus I am accused of the guilt.

u 1.38 If from Tabaco heavy sleep be sent, And sleep a chain to bind the excrement, Unjustly then is that condemn'd to be Hurtful, which merits praise, not obloquie. w 1.39 Know then that in the Indian Herb doth ly A double power, a diverse quality. The Salt on one hand spurs slow Nature on, And like a furious rider makes her run: The sleep-creating clouds, and sulphurous smother Useth the reyns, and stops her on the other. But as the lusty and untamed Steed When on the small guts he is made to bleed, Flies out inrag'd, and scorneth ("as before) To obey the ruling Bridle any more: So is it here, when the retentive force Begins to fail, ("as 'tis with that wild horse) Every light touch disorders Nature quite, And makes her forward rush with all her might; Nor is it easie when she's at the top Of all her speed, quickly to take her up:

"Thus it appears if rightly understood, "The x 1.40 spur more harm does, then they 1.41 bridle good. So much it doth conduce to th' good of men T' observe the nature, manner, and the when; With the just measure and the weight of things, So bodies gather strength, so vertue springs; Both by too much, or by too little fall. What better thing then Wine? yet not to all, Nor at all howers must it be given; For then 'Twould hurtfull prove; there is a season when 'Tis certain death to drink it, and agen It maketh mad, there is a season when. Sometime too large a draught doth take away The reason quite for a whole night and day; When if the surfet loseth not his ty, The Drunkard dies, or at least seems to dy.

Near is our Pattern: blithe Adonis (late) While he thy Bacchanals did celebrate

(O King Lenaeus) steep'd in wine and sleep, The rest of thy Feast under Earth did keep. Buried alive, supposed dead he was, But the next day digg'd up again (alas!) Manifest signes of return'd life were read In'his bloudy hands and in his broken head,

With knee and elbow he bad fought 'gainst death, And in the narrow Coffin lost his breath.

This can be said 'gainst Wine: but against us And our z 1.42 Art of healing, what so barbarous Can be objected by an adversary? Who by Tabaco hath been known to dy? Or from what man hath it his reason stole? In great Feasts rather when the spacious Bowle Keeps order'd rounds; if there be any known So desperate that he will with loss of 's own Take others healths, and (superstitious) think T' observe the mad Laws made by'th' State of drink; That nor his reason nor his feet decline, Give him the Pipe, with the hot fuming wine; Let him he med'cinall vapour interpose, And with the smoke damask his wrinckled nose: With an unblemish'd face he then shall rise, And with a well-fram'd speech he shall seem wise; When the rude multitude who ignorant be Of the soveraign Herb, or else incapable, Shall carrying Torches in their Nose appear, 'Yet stumble too with all the light they bear. For even thy a 1.43 fire (Twice-born) by th' smoke is staid, Thy active rage is by the fume allaid. (Nor let that envy move that praiseth thee) A more strict league and friendship cannot bee

Betwixt the Loadstone and the Steel, then is Between thy Spirit-raising Vine and this. For ("like a pair of friends an ages wonder) They tast far nobler b 1.44 joyn'd, then when asunder.

Nothing Tabaco hath but what is good; As of a slain sow, every part is food.

The Ashes which after the flame do ly As of no use, do turn to Ivory c 1.45 Rusty and yellow Teeth; the Smoke obeys, And (strange to hear) being commanded, d 1.46 stays: For lay thy finger to thy mouth, and blow, Narrowing the passage first, but gently through, And thou shalt straight discern it will not fail To leave an Oyl upon the yellow nail: Good for young girls who have rough and e 1.47 scabby hands, On which, as on fen grounds, the water stands. For being apply'd, it smooths and drains them quite, And renders them, even unto wonder white. For th' piercing Air thorow the secret pores Shaketh the heart, and having set both dores O'th' stomach ope, from thence wind-musick plays, To the hearers mirth, and to the minstrels ease. Thus they the laughter of their friends do gain, And purchase beauty with a little pain.

The Vertues I have told; what Mischiefs are, Or onely seem to be, I'le now declare.

First, 'tis objected, that f 1.48 Tabaco duls The edge of the inlightned mind, and puls A cloudy darknesse on the active brain, Bringing in black oblivion there to reign: That when to seek his Notions he shall come, Misplac'd and lost they'll be i' th' smokie roome. A hainous crime: but such as Calumny Hath feign'd, or nice simplicity.

I answer 'tis not, 'cause it cannot be, That the immortall Soul whose Pedigree Is drawn from Heaven, should in poor manner thus Unto Corporeal harms b' obnoxious. If th' Instrument be lame, I do confesse The Action halts, yet with the Cause doth cease. But th' mind of man untouch'd remains, although As with black clouds encompass'd, it doth throw No lazy beams abroad. Just so the Sun, When 'twixt his Globe and us the Moon doth run, Or else some cloud does for a time keep close: ("As if the world for him were at a losse) Though even then in his full glory bright, And to the darker stars lendeth more light. The mind no spot receives but from the mind; Idlenesse, luxury, and the giddy wind Of light Inconstancy, with the sudden fire Of Anger, these indeed do all conspire

To shadow reason, and o'rethrow the wit, Blotting the notions which before were writ.

That which we love we can remember well; O'th' many drinkers of Tabaco, tell Me but of one who readily cannot say Into which Chest he did his treasure lay; (So stupifi'd a brain he had) or else Who hath forgotten where his Mistresse dwels; And I of the few haters will give you A dozen for that one, ("good men and true)

Who shall be so far dos'd, they shall not say, When being ask'd, what they did yesterday; To whom their names have been forgotten long, And th' Elements even of their mother Tongue. For in these men either pestiferous flames, A hurtfull poyson, or th' disease that claims His name from a sudden stroak, or being too bold With the g 1.49 fifth part of Venus when grown old, Have hurt the Brain —

Nor will the h 1.50 spirit (of a near kin to th' aire) His office overthrown, stay longer there.

For if by th' excellent leaf the memory Should receive injury, how could it bee That Troops of Learned men should love it so, Who know as much as lawfull is to know. Whose Breasts do swell with wisdome, whose chief pleasure Is in their stored minds to heap up treasure,

And then pour forth what they were hoarding long To rings of people with a ready tongue.

But it makes sad the marriage bed far more Chast then the i 1.51 leaf th' Athenian Matrons wore

At Ceres feasts, I hear the women say; Nor is this quarrel but of yesterday: Tas been the Matrons hate since k 1.52 Mars his whore Set forth a law it should be brought no more Into her loved Cyprus as before: Which thus was caus'd. Bacchus from being at ods With men, returns to th' banquet of the gods; Store of Tabaco with him he did bring As signes of victory (then a new found thing) "Till that did burn, the gods were all on fire: "Liber begun to take it, they admire; Jove was the next, then Mars and Vulcan follow, Mercury those, and last the boury Apolla: Lustily through their nose the smoak they take, As if an other Aetna they would make. The Goddesses pleas••d with the novelty Laught all the while, but they, when they did see How much to sleep that night the gods were given, Angry, decreed it should be banish'd Heaven;

The rites of Thessaly be still admir'd, To keep their husbands waking was they desir'd: Therefore next day 'soon as the smoaky feast Began again, (fiercer then all the rest) The goodly Matron Venus on it flies; Pipes, fire, Tabaco, broke and scattred lies; And being down she spurns them with her feet, (Wonder such wrath should come from one so The war-like Pallas who stood by was sad (sweet) To see the wanton Queen of Love so mad; Diana smil'd, and the l 1.53 nine girles who sport Themselves on m 1.54 Pindus top was sorry for't. The scatter'd reliques up they take, and place Them in their bosoms with a solemn grace; Entreating Bacchus for a new supply, A soveraign aid to th' vow of Chastity.

A foul reproach it is (forsooth) to tame The rage of n 1.55 Cyprus and her lustful flame; To strengthen vertue, with a rare tie to bind To the limbs vigor, Empire to the minde.

For 'tis a scandal to the plant to doubt That it th' instinct of Nature should put out

Like Hemp, or water Lillies; happily It may the number bate, not utterly Destroy the gift of procreation: Forth natural heat having this s 1.56 bridle on, What it doth from the number take away I' the goodness of the breed it doth repay. An excellent benefit where the fortun's mean, Not able numerous off-spring to maintain, Or where the Common-wealth rejoyceth more In th' strength and quality then in the store. Hence hath it ever good esteemed bin For the white beard, and for the downy chin, Teaching them both good Husbandry, how they are Both in the bottom, and the top to spare, While nimble flames of youth it doth suppress, And tho' t 1.57 lukewarm ashes maketh lukewarm less, Freeing the world from giddiness, the jolly Stripling from rage, and the gray head from folly.

"But O ye, Ladies, why should your hatred be Unto the noble hearb inplacable? Within your gardens give't place 'tis fit, For even you may stand in need of it; Can ye be cruel still when I assure You, that it will fits of the * 1.58 Mother cure?

When th' womb beyond the bounds does upwards rush, And at the belly like a u 1.59 Ram doth push, Righly apply'd 'twill bear her back a main And force her take her proper seat again, Sooner and easier then the heavy weight Of two great Captains on thy belly laid; Or a whole pregnant Sow of Lead,—

Moreover set thy Princely bowls aside (Thou twice-born god) & then the bounteous wide Earth can affoord no dainty half so good For an old man; whether you'l call it food

For the humor radical, or a gentle draught For the dry brain, or else a weapon caught Up to expel his Sences enemies: For it doth add a quickness to blear eyes, It takes the prendent Isicle from the nose, The mutiny in the ear it doth compose: "And if thy ill-spent youth hath fill••d thy bones With griping aches, and thy brest with grones, "And th' waiting maid which cross thy back doth ly From rest blocks up the Haven of thine eye Here seek thy help and finde; for the kinde smoke Stealing into the veins shall not provoke Onely thy grief and thee to sleep, but shall, To make the night seem short, before thee call

The lively shapes and images of things: Nor such dire monsters as the Onion brings To the late eater, or the Pulse, the Bean, The Lintless, "which are known to banish clean All pleasant dreams. The Garlick who doth eat, Or takes the foolish Henbane for his meat, Who makes a supper of the Mad Night shade, Him horrid looks shall in his sleep invade; A strange confused generation Of living creatures fore his eyes shall run, Such as are not, nor yet shall ever be In the aire Centaures, Harpyes in the Sea: A Troop of Dragons from the cloven earth Shall with black Devils spitting fire come forth: Sometimes a Storm at Sea shall seem to rave; And he neer drown'd shall graple with a wave: Then he shall stand upon a rock on high, Seeming shall fall, and really shall cry; Sometimes the swords of Thieves shall make him fear; Sometimes again he shall behold a Bear Broke from the Chain, ready his life to take, And in the moment he should die, shall wake.

But o 1.60 Morpheus with our p 1.61 incense being appeas'd Shall with much better Tapestry be pleas'd

To hang the bed-chamber of the brain, and yeeld To the contented fancy a rich field Charg'd with fresh stories and fair pleasing shapes, Not such as men may say are q 1.62 Natures scapes, But such as true born children shall be, And to each private genius shall agree: For what men waking love and do turn over With pleasure, they shall in their sleep recover. The Courtier, Oratour, and the Souldier, The Juggler, Merchant, and the Marriner, The Fisher, Waggoner, and Husbandman, The Painter, Coryer, and Physitian, The Poet, Lover, and the Advocate, "The Projector too, that cankor of the State, By our soft potion lul'd asleep before, I'th night their daily bus'ness shall act o're In perfect figures; not as when fools behold Forms in the doubtful twilight, and grow bold To judge them so as they do seem to be: Or when the newly-risen Moon they see, When through a sea of racking Clouds it stears An even race; nor do they clog mens ears With any tedious discourse, or frame (Though in a dream an argument that's lame:) Fair Structures oftentimes they build in verse, And in the morning clearly them rehearse:

Others, do other things as clearly too That thou wouldst swear sleep here had nought to do. For 'tis not like the drowsiness gotten by The deadly Poppy, which the minde does tye In Iron chains, nor the disturbing shade Which is by the uncertain Hemlock made, Whose weaker Geivs thrown ov'r the members, keep, Them nor intirely awake nor yet asleep. So good Philemon and his aged Spouse Th' unhappy Baucis, ("ev'r their simple house Was turn'd into a Temple) having made A Supper of r 1.63 them, by their shape betraid Thinking them Parsneps, when at night they spead Their weary limbs upon their humble bed, Nor fully awake, nor weight upon their eyes Enough to make them sleep, they both did rise, And through their cottage narrow entrance, quite Bereav'd of minde, they wandred in the night, Shaking with cold and horror till at last Having a great part of the time thus past) With rough saluting of the Posts half dead, Brought back their Bruished limbs unto their bed. But whom Tabacos clearer Spirit shall binde In silken ties, shall in the morning finde Both minde and body strong, and with delight Shall tell how quietly he pass••d the night. Onely be sure he hath a prudent care He does not trade in vile and common ware,

Sophisticate by Art, but naturall: For the same goodness doth not reach to all.

"He who desires to find out the true breed "Of the heroicall and generous weed, While 'tis i' th' Leaf, may thus his longing crown, 'Tis y 1.64 sharp and thick, i' th' ••and, in the eye brown, I' th' nose a violet, the root of Tuscany Gives not so large and rich a sent as he. Burn't in the Pipe, it will a taste disclose Like Castors Ragwort, or our z 1.65 Ladies rose. But the thin limber leaf Bormuda yeilds, Or such as grows in the Virginian fields, Regard it not, "but send it to the Fen: And leave such hay unto the beasts of men. For it doth a 1.66 prick the tunicles of the eie, To the pia mater is an enemie; Who drink shall idle be, unapt for pains, A lazinesse shall creep through all their veins, They shall be ever yawning, and above All things they shall the Chimny corner love. And except hunger raise them, take delight To snort by th' fire till it be late i' th' night.

But O ye sacred off-spring of the b 1.67 Nine, ("Whose birth, whose life, whose works are al divine) You who do dig from Wisdomes Paper pits, Learnings bright Ore, and fine it with your wits,

Above all other men see yee do fly That c 1.68 Hucksters mischief and damn'd villany; And found out by his Symptomes, without fail Send it to th' flames in grosse, not by retail. The dainties wafted from an other shore Some do adulterate while the deadly gore Of rank Goats (which a Scythian's Club did slay) They mingle with them; some an other way Do manifest injury to the noble weed, Dropping into 't the oyl of Annis seed, Or the less greazy Fennell, and to these To give 't a touch of vitriol some do please, Whereby a taste unto the tongue they gaine Much like the sweetnesse of a Lybian Cane. All these are naught and womanish; for he Who unto nature will adde art, must be At natures mouth instructed first, or shall Disturb the work, giving no help at all. Yet if thou wilt be wanton to thy praise, With a light Chip of the wood Aloes, Give fire unto thy Pipe, so shalt thou reap A fragrant savour spread through the whole heap, And with a gratefull odour chear the brain.

But above all things see that ye refrain The d 1.69 smoke awhile; do not the Pipe repeat Too suddenly after y' have taken meat;

For then the l 1.70 Cooke's at work, the m 1.71 Kitchen dore Close to them shut; Knock not too soon therefore At the' upper gate, for fear he angry grow, And the half boyled dishes from him throw, Which to the guts conveigh'd with too much speed, Do windy murmurings in the belly breed, The happy quiet of the mind devoure, And from our businesse steal the precious hower. 'Tis n 1.72 alike dangerous with naked Head, With open roof, and chimny uncovered, To take the Smoke; for the cold air will then The pores being open, quickly pierce the skin, And suddenly reclose them, whence is bred To the hairs horrour, heavinesse to the head.

Love not to drink't o 1.73 alone, nor take thou pleasure To fill thy brain beyond his true just measure.

With a compunion take't; "if thou hast none, "Let Books or businesse act the part of one: "With comely pauses use 't, in such a fashion, "That thou a Dialogue make 't, not an Oration. To speak and do by turns, the Muses love, And Nature surfets never did approve. At the first p 1.74 giddinesse thou feel'st, forbear; And for that time write thy nil ultra there:

And if it vanish not, for help repair To a draught of beer, or to the open air, And suddenly the Tumult shall be staid, And by a little art the Tempest laid.

"To close up all, take this for thy last ground, "Study thine own Dimensions, and having found

The measure of thy head, turn then about In thine own sphere, seek not thy self without:

For who observes the Laws of Nature, he Shall be sound, wise, and fortunate to me.

Thus the * 1.75 old man in his discourse did play, While Bacchus Lords, as on their backs they lay, Did silent hang upon the speakers tongue.

The vertues they had learn'd, but still they long Of such a noble hearb to know the breed, The Art of Planting, and the choice o' th' seed: But good Silenus stammering for thirst. And withall drowsie too, none of the durst Intreat him to proceed —

For Wine, for Wine, a calling he did keep, And having largely drunke, he fell asleep.

What he hath left imperfect shall now be Our work to finish though as dry as he.

"Your gentle gales and influence we want, "Who are true lovers of the honour'd Plant: "For though far short of his high sounding string "We'll now the Georgicks of Tabaco sing.

First, that the Harvest answer may the pain, From off a lusty stock a k 1.76 plump seed gain, Whose leaf is long and thick: side-slips despise, The best doth still from the main branch arise.

The next care is the l 1.77 Place, an Herb so strong, By a hungry soyl cannot be nourish'd long. In hearty grounds it thrives; and takes delight, (Like to the Vine) where the Glebe is full of might. Fair Hils be loves, and fields that pleasantly Towards the warm south in the Suns bright ey: Where th' Earth is light, no mosse by nature laid, No binding Clay, nor Marle to check the spade; And where the valiant furrows hard and dry, Suffer the rending Plow-shears cruelty.

When thou hast found a soyl thus rich, take heed Thou dost not m 1.78 twice in one place sow thy seed: For with the first birth all that's good doth come Leaving behind nought but a barren wombe.

Change every year thy earth, for thy wandring guest Prepare new seats, so shall thy furrows rest, And a new Genius gain. The field being found, Let none be cunninger to till the ground In his right season; In one small hole shut n 1.79 Three seeds or more, in equall spaces put, That Nature may (like to a loving mother) Give equall portions as to one to'th other:

So though some prove for Mice or Moles a feast, Thou maist preserve a hope yet in the rest. But if they prosper all, and thou dost see Their multitude will their destruction bee, "Drive then all foolish pity from thy heart; Take from the number, act a Thracian's part; That, having room, the better it may thrive, Of many Brothers, leave but one alive. When the fat soyl and Sun's drawn out in length, To'th' leaves ranknesse give, to the stock strength; Then is thy time, the lower boughs cut down, That greater vertues may the other crown.

o 1.80 Reap not too soon; when the leaves turned are, And the seed grows black within his bowle, prepare Thy knives, and let thy weapons ready stand, For know the noble Vintage is at hand.

Close to your Prayers ye honourers of the smoke, And with your best devotions see y' invoke The Heavens for smiles: fair weather now we need For showers t'th 'leaf do no less damage breed, Then doth a wet September to ripe grapes,

When it is gather'd, half thy labour's done; Yet flag not here, with equall courage run Through that behind: thy industry, thy cost, If thou shalt fail in the last act, are lost.

Take 'speciall care of the two things remain. First from the leaf the watry humour drain,

(Corruptions Parent) else thou shalt inherit For thy leaves dung. Next let the fiery spirit Which sleeping does in the fat oyl lie hid, Be' awak'd, and rouz'd, and through each vein be spread. That therefore on the Herb no spoil be made By' the thirsty Sun-beams dry it in the shade, On small cords hung: then take it down and lay It on a heap together, that it may From the bottom heat and rise, & from thence dart The hidden vertue to each outward part; So shall the heap grow warm, swell, sweat & smoke, And fire too if the meeting be not broke. Be sure you do dissolve the Diet then, And when dispersed, hang them up agen. This Method use, till by heating it be made Active, and by the drying fixt and staid. And that on neither hand thou wander wide, Let thine own eyes and reason be thy guide: For as the line too little in like sort That of too much unto perfection's short: In a just measure Nature takes delight.

But if an errour happen, set it right Not with the burning wine, salt pickle, not With Hony, least of all by'th' Chamber-pot; Such trash as this your Hucksters use, who prize Above the health, the smell o'th' Merchandize.

From the Herb it self expect thy aid, presse then The juice p 1.81 from out the courser leaves, which when

The gathering was, did scape the careless hand, And o're the coals see it doth boyling stand.

In which "Mede as Tub dip thy * 1.82 old Swain, And he (like Aeson) shall turn young again.

Let these suffice to board with't blesse thy Lot, For now thou hast an ample treasure got, Which to the Planter large revenue brings, To th' Merchants Chests, and Custome-house of Kings. Physitians peradventure curse it sore, For making Autumnes healthfull, and them poore, And it sometimes affords (such things will bee) To the Crows a Dinner from the Gallow tree; When poor knaves buy t, and so do fondly spend Their coin and houres given them for better end. But while we see a fair and happy day To'th' good and frugall, they who' will perish, may: And he who shall an offer'd Gemme deny, May that man live to want it e're he dy.

From whom a ship at sea, a suit in law, A scolding wife, or an ill debtour draw Sleep from the eyes, and quiet from the mind, In the gentle leaf he a soft truce may find; And for the gift, giv't the deserved meed. What swelling words against the noble weed The peevish man may vomit (too unkind!) We to the waves commit them and the wind.

Let it be damn'd to Hell, and call'd from thence Proserpines Wine, the Furies Frankincense

The Devils addle egges, or else to these, A sacrifice grim Pluto to appease, A deadly weed which it's beginning had From the foam of Cerberus when the Cur was mad. We at the Titles laugh; praise, and proclaime The wideness of the Bore from whence they came. Pretty Poetick styles! and when we please With the like Art we can return all these.

If any lover of the Truth shall now What is by me here written, disallow, 'Gainst my opinion let his reasons fight; His Arguments let him commit to white: "So, without hate did Monopolies, run "A course to make Paper dear, as we have done.

The End.

Notes

• q 1.1

  A Town in the little Country of Phocis in Greece, where Apollo was most religiously worshiped: Or otherwise one of the tops of the mountain Parnassus, the other being called Nissa.
• r 1.2

  Silenus.
• s 1.3

  Tabaco
• t 1.4

  The Muses.
• * 1.5

  Bacchus.
• u 1.6

  The Brain.
• w 1.7

  The Ear.
• x 1.8

  From 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 Blood: A King amongst the Canibals.
• y 1.9

  The bones of the Slain.
• * 1.10

  Haematöes.
• † 1.11

  Bacchus.
• * 1.12

  Haematöes.
• * 1.13

  Haematöes.
• * 1.14

  Haemat.
• * 1.15

  Silenus
• † 1.16

  Tabaca, an Island in the Indies from whence the Herb had its name.
• * 1.17

  One of those who by the Cannibals were reserved for the next Feast.
• * 1.18

  Silenus
• a 1.19

  At the Change and Full.
• b 1.20

  In mens bodies.
• c 1.21

  The stopping of the small guts, suffering nothing to passe downwards, by reason of which is caused a great griping in that plaee; and also a filthy stink sent up by the throat, making one to smell alike at both ends. This Disease is called in Latine Volvulus, from Volvo, to wrap about or in∣twine, quia pluribus orbibus & anfractibus involutum est. From whence the Greeks call it 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 from 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, ver••ere or volvere, which indeed gives the name of Ilia to the small guts; although some would have the name of this disease to come from 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, misericordia, quia doler mi∣serandus est; for a miserable disease it is indeed.
• d 1.22

  A whistling or singing in the Head.
• e 1.23

  The tooth-ach.
• f 1.24

  A flux of Rhewm.
• g 1.25

  The Brain.
• h 1.26

  The Lungs.
• i 1.27

  Flegme.
• k 1.28

  The word is Hellucus, which is nothing else but Gravitas capitis vino create; and some would derive it from the word 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉. Hesterno enim vino languentem 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 vocant Graeci,
• l 1.29

  It is in the Latine Clangosas nares, which word is referred unto the voice quando gravi tono incepta in acutum desi∣nit; piping noses, or noses sounding like a trumpet: but I hope I have no whit injured my Authour by rendring the word in a nearer cause.
• m 1.30

  At the Chamber-pot.
• n 1.31

  Who may take Tabaco.
• o 1.32

  Who not.
• p 1.33

  Lean men have but few spirits, which Tabaco overcomes.
• q 1.34

  Tabaco not good for such as have sudden flushings, inveterate coughs, and short breath, which are Symptomes of Consumptions and Feaverish distempers.
• r 1.35

  For such men Coltsfoot better.
• s 1.36

  In what cases Tabaco is to be refused.
• t 1.37

  Tabaco.
• u 1.38

  Objection.
• w 1.39

  Answer.
• x 1.40

  The 'Sal volatilis, or the Flying Salt, which is in Tabaco, pricking Nature forward to the avoiding of excrements.
• y 1.41

  The sulphurous quality in Tabaco, which courts Nature to sleep and by consequence restrains the excrements.
• z 1.42

  By Tabaco.
• a 1.43

  The hot fume sent from wine.
• b 1.44

  Tabaco and Wine best when joyn'd.
• c 1.45

  Tabaco ashes a good Den∣tifrice.
• d 1.46

  Stays in oyl.
• e 1.47

  The oyl good against scabs and tetters.
• f 1.48

  Objections against Tabaco answered.
• g 1.49

  Hor. Car. lib. 1. Ode 13.
• h 1.50

  Which informs the Brain.
• i 1.51

  Agnus Castus is a certain Shrub, which in Latin is called also Vitex, like unto a willow, it takes the name from Chastity which it procures; and the Athenian women were wont in their Thosmophoria, or feasts of Ceres, to carry leaves of this about them, and to lye upon them, that they might preserve themselves chast.
• k 1.52

  Venus.
• l 1.53

  The Muses. Prosit mihi vos dixisse Puellas. Sat. 4. So Juvenall makes himself merry with them calling them girles, who could not chuse but he very old, being so often called upon by the ancient Poets: but he supposed them to be of the same nature with other women, who though they be never so old, yet delight to be acounted young; and therefore the seems in a jeer to bribe them for Poetick fury with the flattering name of girles.
• m 1.54

  A mountain in Thessaly consecrated to Apollo and the Muses.
• n 1.55

  Venus, so called from the ••••le Cyprus.
• s 1.56

  The allaying vertue of Tabaco.
• t 1.57

  The fainter lust of old men.
• * 1.58

  Ta∣baco good against the Mother.
• u 1.59

  Quid si ego hîc nostrum dicerem ad uteri fominei similitudinem aliuderé qui inde nemen uteri sortire videtur quod duplex sit. et ab uira{que} in auas se dividit partes quae in diversum diffusae ac replexae circumplicantur in medu•• eor••••••m Arietis? Nee ideò labas••it conjectura mea si Arietem hoc in loce pro machinâ militari accipi contendas: tant••••dem enim est.
• o 1.60

  The Godof sleep; or (as some) minister seu filius Somni, qui jussu do∣mini vel patris 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 hoc est formus vel vulius hominum, verba ipsa, mores, et gestus imitatur.
• p 1.61

  Tabaco, which causeth pleasant and rational dreames.
• q 1.62

  Monsters as the other.
• r 1.63

  Hemlocks.
• y 1.64

  Symptomes of the best Tabaco.
• z 1.65

  Otherwise call'd the rose of Je∣rusalem.
• a 1.66

  The effects of ill Tabaco.
• b 1.67

  Muses.
• c 1.68

  Bad and sophisticate Tabaco.
• d 1.69

  Take it not too suddenly 'after meat; it causeth too hasty a concoction.
• l 1.70

  The digestive heat in the stomach.
• m 1.71

  The mouth of the stomach.
• n 1.72

  Keep your head warm when you take it.
• o 1.73

  Take it not alone, or if you do, let there be pauses interposed.
• p 1.74

  When to leave.
• * 1.75

  Sïenus.
• k 1.76

  The choice of the seed.
• l 1.77

  The soyl.
• m 1.78

  Sow not two years to∣gether in one place.
• n 1.79

  The manner of Planting.
• o 1.80

  The time when to gather it.
• p 1.81

  A cleanly & wholsom way to recover decaid Tabaco.
• * 1.82

  Decrepid Tabaco.