An antidote against melancholy: made up in pills. Compounded of witty ballads, jovial songs, and merry catches.

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Title
An antidote against melancholy: made up in pills. Compounded of witty ballads, jovial songs, and merry catches.
Author
J. P.
Publication
London :: printed for John Playford at his shop in the Temple,
1669.
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English wit and humor
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"An antidote against melancholy: made up in pills. Compounded of witty ballads, jovial songs, and merry catches." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A82147.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 3, 2024.

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IS any Deaf, is any Blind, Is any bound or loose behind? Is any Foul that would be Fair, Would any Lady change her Hair; Doe's any Dream, do's any Walk, Or in their Sleep affrighted talk? I come to Cure what ere you feel, Within, without, from head to heel.
Be Drums or Rattles in thy head, Are not thy Brains well tempered; Doe's Eolus thy Stomach gnaw, Or breed there Vermin in thy Maw; Dost thou desire and cannot please, Lo! here's the best Cantharides; I came to Cure what, &c.
Even all Diseases that arise From ill disposed Crudities, From too much Study, too much Pain, From Laziness, and from a strain; From any humour doing harm, Be it dry, or moyst, or cold or warm▪ I come to Cure what, &c.

Page 69

Of Lazy Gout I Cure the Rich, I rid the Begger of the Itch, I Fleam do void, both thick and thin, I dislocated jovnts put in, I can old Age to Youth restore, And do a thousand wonders more. I come to Cure what ere you feel, Within, without, from head to heel.
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