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.