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The dispensary a poem.
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Garth, Samuel, Sir, 1661-1719.
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1699
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Wing G273; ESTC R8204
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THE DISPENSARY A POEM LONDON Printed and Sold by Iohn Nutt near Stationers-Hall 1699. The Dispensary SPeak Goddess since 't is Thou that best canst tell How ancient Leagues to modern Discord fell Whence 't was Physicians were so frugal grown Of others Lives and lavish of their own How by a Journey to th' Elysian Plain Peace triumph'd and old Time return'd again Not far from that most celebrated Place Where angry Justice shews her awful Face Where little Villains must submit to Fate That great ones may enjoy the World in state There stands a Dome majestick to the sight And sumptuous Arches bear its oval height A golden Globe plac'd high with artful skill Seems to the distant sight a gilded Pill This Pile was by the pious Patron 's aim Rais'd for a use as noble as its Frame Nor did the learn'd Society decline The propagation of that great Design In all her mazes Nature's Face they view'd And as she disappear'd they still pursu'd They find her dubious now and then as plain Here she 's too sparing there profusely vain Now she unfolds the faint and dawning strife Of infant Atoms kindling into life How ductile Matter new Meanders takes And slender trains of twisting Fibres makes And how the viscous seeks a closer tone By just degrees to harden into bone Whilst the more loose flow from the vital Urn And in full Tides of Purple Streams return How from each sluice a briny Torrent pours T' extinguish feavourish heats with ambient show'rs Whence their mechanick pow'rs the Spirits claim How great their force how delicate their Frame How the same Nerves are fashion'd to sustain The greatest Pleasure and the greatest Pain Why bileous Juice a golden light puts on And floods of Chyle in silver Currents run How the dim speck of Entity began T' extend its recent Form and stretch to Man To how minute an Origin we owe Young Ammon Caesar and the Great Nassau Why paler looks impetuous rage proclaim And why chill Virgins redden into flame Why Envy oft transforms with wan disguise And why gay Mirth sits smiling in the Eyes All Ice why Lucrece or Sempronia fire Why S enrages to survive desire Whence Milo's Vigour at th' Olympicks shown Whence tropes to F ch or impudence to S Why Atticus polite Brutus severe Why Me nd muddy M gue why clear Hence 't is we wait the wondrous Cause to find How Body acts upon impassive Mind How Fumes of Wine the thinking part can fire Past Hopes revive and present Joys inspire Why our Complexions oft our Soul declare And how the Passions in the Features are How Touch and Harmony arise between Corporeal Substances and Things unseen With mighty Truths mysterious to descry Which in the Womb of distant Causes lie But now those great Enquiries are no more And Faction Skulks where Learning shone before The drooping Sciences neglected pine And Poeans Beams with fading lustre shine No Readers here with Hectick looks are found Or Eyes in rheum thro' midnight watching drown'd The lonely Edifice in Sweats complains That nothing there but empty Silence reigns This Place so fit for undisturb'd repose The God of Sloth for his Asylum chose Upon a Couch of Down in these Abodes The careless Deity supinely nods His leaden Limbs at gentle ease are laid With Poppys and dull Night-shade o're him spread No Passions interrupt his easie reign No Problems puzzle his lethargick Brain But dull oblivion guards his peaceful Bed And lazy Fogs bedew his thoughtless Head As at full length the pamper'd Monarch lay Batt'ning in ease and slumbring life away A spightful noise his downy Chains unties Hastes forward and encreases as it flies Frst some to cleave the stubborn Flint engage Till urg'd by blows it sparkles into rage Some temper Lute some spacious Vessels move These Furnaces erect and Those approve Here Phyals in nice discipline are set There Gally-pots are rang'd in Alphabet In this place Magazines of Pills you spy In that like forrage Herbs in bundles lye Whilst lifted Pestles brandisht in the Air Descend in peals and civil Wars declare Loud stroaks with pounding Spice the Fabrick rend And aromatick Clouds in Spires ascend So when the Cyclops o're their Anvils sweat And their swol'n Sinews ecchoing blows repeat From the Vulcano's gross eruptions rise And with curl'd sheets of smoak obscure the Skies The slumbring God amaz'd at this new din Thrice strove to rise and thrice sunk down agen Then half erect he rubb'd his opening Eyes And faulter'd thus betwixt half words and sighs How impotent a Deity am I With Godhead born but curst that cannot dye Thro' my indulgence 't is that Mortals share A grateful negligence and ease from Care Lull'd in my arms how long have I with-held The Northern Monarchs from the dusty Field How have I kept the Brittish Fleet at ease From tempting the rough dangers of the Seas Hibernia owns the mildness of my Reign And my Divinity 's ador'd in Spain I Swains to Sylvan Solitudes convey Where stretch'd on Mossy Beds they waste away In gentle inactivity the day What marks of wondrous Clemency I 've shown My bright and blooming Clergy hourly own Triumphant Plenty with a chearful grace Basks in their Eyes and sparkles in their Face How sleik their looks how goodly is their Mien When big they strut behind a double Chin. Each Faculty in blandishments they lull Aspiring to be venerably dull No learn'd Debates molest their downy Trance Or discompose their pompous ignorance But undisturb'd they loiture life away So wither Green and blossom in decay Deep sunk in Down they by my gentle Care Avoid th' Inclemencies of Morning Air And leave to tatter'd Crape the Drudgery of Pray'r Mankind my fond propitious Pow'r has try'd Too oft to own too much to be deny'd And in return I ask but some recess T' enjoy th' entrancing Extasies of Peace But that the Great Nassau's heroick Arms Has long prevented with his loud Alarms Still my indulgence with contempt he flies His Couch a Trench his Canopy the Skies Nor Skies nor Seasons his resolves controul Th' Aequator has no heat no Ice the Pole From Clime to Clime his wondrous Triumphs move And Iove grows jealous of his Realms above But as the slothful God to Yawn begun He shook off the dull Mist and thus went on Sometimes among the Caspian Cliffs I creep Where solitary Batts and Swallows sleep Or if some Cloyster's refuge I implore Where holy Drones o're dying Tapers snore Still Nassau's Arms a soft repose deny Keep me awake and follow were I flie Now since he has vouchsaf'd the World a Peace And with a Nod has bid Bellona cease I sought the Covert of some peaceful Cell Where silent Shades in harmless raptures dwell That Rest might past Tranquility restore And Mortal never interrupt me more 'T was here alas I thought I might repose These Walls were that Asylum I had chose Nought underneath this Roof but Damps are found