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To his industrious Friend, M. Robert Turner, on this elaborate & profitable Treatise, and other his painful Translations.
I've wondred oft, why Scholars those should hate, That into English Latine do translate; But now the Reason's plain: for every man May learn the length of Paracelsus span, And turn a Chymist; nay what not, That's comprehended in a Physick-Pot, But may by easie industry be got? I like the man whom Fortune hath made great In Learning, and that doth with judgement treat Of every thing: and him I also love, The meanest talent seeketh to improve. There's many a man whose hapless fate it is, To know no more of Natures Mysteries, Then Brutish-Beasts; yet God and Nature are Not wanting to them, but their Parents care; Who all their lives will force them stand before 'um, And bring them up in Cavea stultorum. But princely Nature from his boundless store, Provides a Salve for every dang'rous sore: And thus hath made our Authors happy Pen, The 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 of good, to unlearn'd men. Go on, good Friend, to other things; for we By this thy Book are able to foresee Great Paracelsus Learning, Hermes Skill, Shall English speak by thy ingenious Quill.John Gadbury, 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉. Paracelsus