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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42528	The art of longevity, or, A diæteticall instition written by Edmund Gayton.	Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.	1659 (1659)	Wing G406; ESTC R23945	51,224	110

quantity The first of these is my care at present the second is your constant use for neither to your noble sex nor any of the nobler will I prescribe any measure in meat though there ought to be one in all things the Beasts themselves even all but Horses Dogs and Swine have attained to such a natural stint Rare is the temperance of the Elephants Apes Birds as may be read in Aelians Varia Historia nay Dogs themselves a voracious animal though they will eat to surfeit cure themselves by abstinence and Swine-physick is grown into a Proverb If your Ladyships enquire at what demensum or exactness I live my self with a Medice ostende teipsum that is shew me thy Diet by thy Practise I answer Madams Truly I finde it the best rule as to my particular to keep no ●ule at all for the Times have been more then Lessius to me and brought me to less then twelve ounces in two dayes which is a most slender proportion they have taken care that I shall never have the worst of surfeits that of bread yet sometimes I offend in poculentis in the excess oftner in esculentis in the defect in Fastings often in Prayers less yet still in some enough Religion for a Physitian And beside the Coloquintida of the Times in frequent mornings doses of the leaves of Wormwood Scurvy-grass and Water-cresses which makes me look at the present Mastigation like Vespatian Clodius or John Whis●ler the sometime good-fac●d Recorder of Oxford as if I were going to sacrifice to the Lady Cloacina Such severe Discipline is not fit for your tender Architecture that may ruine Plaister of Paris which will scarce smooth the rougher Lime and Sand. In short I know it is a Latine Proverb Misere vivit qui vivit Medice that is Madams They are most miserable Fools That alwayes live by Physick-rules And so Misere vivit qui immodice vivit They 'r slaves unto their ap●etite Which golden moderation slight In a word of exhortation then Ladies be neither Hermits nor Carthu●ians Ca●uchins nor Mon●●nists that is not of too severe a Regulation yet a Nunnes diet for your sex and the Collegi●t for ours will make you Mother-Pyrrha's for Age Penelopes for Beauty Cassandra's for Wisdome In short it will keep your Spirits active your Skins cleare your Limbs vigorous your soules and bodies apt for all Divine and Natural actions whereby you may be as you wish your selves and I too cordially both belov'd of God and men And thus I humbly submit these Conceits following to your Ladyships view under correction unto which especially from such hands I were unkind to my self if I should not most willingly lye down and subscribe my self LADIES Your most Obedient and Corrigible Servant EDMUND GAYTON Upon his Friend Mr. Edmund Gayton's Book of Diet. WIt without wine mirth without any meat Then let the dead that neither drink nor ea● Read thee for me I am not so d●v●ne That I can live and neither sup nor dine For though man liveth not By bread alone Yet there is no man ever liv'd with none Devouring Wood of Kent who at one bait Could eat as much as Noah's World of Eight Being dead may be thy guest for thou dost give Something so near to nothing none can live Thou hast forgot how freely thou did'st laugh Being told thou had'st eat up thy Beadles staffe Yet would'st perswade us temperance O no Live by thy Book if thou 'dst have me do so Experiment thy self first dine one week With bread two ounces just and ana Leek Sup with the learned Worm that eats thy book And let thy Readers see how thou would'st look Printing thy bare-bone picture on thy sheet And then consider whether it be meet All mankind to perswade to starve themselves Because thou hast no victuals on thy shelves As the long Graces that in fashion be Suit with thy minute meal so both with me Thu● for the glut●on and good fellow now Thy Friend speaks truth and freely doth allow Thy temperate presc●iptions for our life Is lesse in danger of the ** Sword then ** Knife And would we keep thy Rules for no one can Say that he cannot if he be a man D●ctors as do Divines might change their trade The Sexton burn hi● Ma●tock and his Spade The elder World might die first you and I Might live till we were chang'd and so ne're die Nominibus multis notus sine nomine prodis Optime amico●um non te sed memet honoras At quo●am proprios titulos perdure negasti Hos cape Vir auri es virtutum dignior h●res To Mr. Gayton on his Art of LONGEVITY FOr Surfeits some pay dear even all their wealth Others farre dearer their more precious health Yet heavier punishment we see or ●ead Poor Copenhagen feels it from the Swede Whose Sword with Famine sharper then its edge Now sadly gives the Danish Healths a Pledge Could now one cure this feasting evil give Sick appetite the great Restorative Teach us to feed like Burgers yet to rise Like Doctors lesse mercy and more wise To such a Gale● Cities that abound In Riches noble Pen●●ons might pro●ound I wish they would facetious Gayton then Should'st thou have Fees due to thy learned Pen That from th' Arabians hath to us transferr'd The Secret that prese●ves that long-liv'd Bird Which thou prescrib'd not in hard words that make The Bill as nauseous as the Drugs we take ' So clearly and so well thy Book is writ That we have here choice Diet and choice Wit Robert Stapylton Knight To his quondam Fellow Oxonian EDMUND GAYTON THese Dietetick Laws thou dost here give Do teach us how but make thy self to live And so they shall industrious Mun till time Do once restore thee unto Prose from Rime Sometimes in Latine verse in English now You do God bless it drive Poetick plough Whence are these Institutes and whence these Rules Not from th' Apothecary Shops or Schools Thou talk'st Arabian Authors but thy pains Speak lowdly thou hast no Library but brains Longevity thou giv'st us from Iove's Bower And temperance from Friar Bacon's * Tower who 'd think a Man should fall so mightily Who had his Rudiments of Warr so high Who 'd think that thou a Centry in the air Should'st e're come down to teach us grosser Fare A Parac●l●●an then without disgrace I 'le call thee instructed by the Prince o th' Place Bred in the Air and VVarr what Powders may Not come from thee my Lady Kents give way Both Monk and Souldier owns thee for I know Both Presses thou dost stoutly undergo And now to please the Ladies thou hast brought Not things farre fetch'd nor yet too dearly bought Thou mak'st their Kitchin-Gardens give them more Then Aegypt and both th' Indies did before Thus common things not vulgar are made nice And cheapness sometimes may enhanse the price What thou hast done with staffe of place and wealth We know not