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A03952
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Nepenthes, or The vertues of tabacco by William Barclay Mr. of Art, and Doctor of Physicke
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Barclay, William, 1570?-1630?
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1614
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STC 1406; ESTC S104494
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curious Lector that albeit the neuer too much commended Tabacco bee of sufficiencie to cure many diseases yet it is not of efficacie in al persons in all seasons in al temperaments but it must bee vsed by the direction of some expert and prudent Physician There was on a time a diseased Gentleman who for to recouer his health sent for a Physician the which vsing prudently artificially his cure the Gentle man became wel because he was subject to that disease often in the yeare hee remarked well how the Physician had prepared his potion what herbes hee had decocted what simples hee had infused what electuaries hee had dissolued howe much of euery one how long they seethed or steeped at what a clocke he did minister it how long hee fasted therafter at the next assault of the sicknesse hee tooke the same potion obseruing all Circumstances but was nothing the better he sent againe for Master Doctor and inquired what the matter should be seeing he was diseased with the same maladie hee had taken the same potion he vsed it very rightly with all the circumstances and obseruations he had not omitted one jote No said the Physician you lacked a principal point a very necessarie Circumstance an essentiall Cause that is you receiued not the potion from the hand of a Physician for if the patient as experience teacheth beginneth to feele the first hope of his health at the arriuall of his Physician how much more shall he be alleuated when he giueth him out of his owne hand the Cuppe which conteineth the Couenant of his restitution the earnest of his Wellfare and the weapon to destroy his disease Happy were the land that had no need of Physicians happy the lande which hauing neede of them hath of the best sorte and happie were the Physicians whose lote were to come in the lande where the Law of good King REVTHER were curiously keeped that no man vnder paine of death should exercise physicke that could not shew a publicke testimonie of his lawfull Calling But I must say of Physicke as a holy Father saide of the holie Scripture hanc delirus senex hanc garrula anus hanc sophista verbosus putteth in practise and is not punished God saue the Countrey from diseases and God saue the diseased from such Doctors FINIS To the fauourable Lector health THere were some pages which I thought not meet to leaue emptie good Lector either for thy sake or for Tabaccoes sake or for mine owne sake for thy sake because I wearie not to talke with thee for Tabaccoes sake because the worth of it deserueth some verses for mine owne sake because I neuer hauing sleeped in Parnassus but beeing a valley Poete I persuade my selfe that my verse shall be read more for the merites of the maetter then for the value of the Workâ—man Therefore I addresse my selfe first to gaze against a craig from whence some musicall influence may bedâ—w my braine Vt sic repente Poeta prodeam To his good and olde friend M. Alexander Craig CRaig if thou knowes the vertues of this plant Why dost thou dye thy quill in Inke of blame If thou knowes not for to supplie thy want Why followes thou the voice of faining fame Is it not slander to this plant and thee To speake of it so poeticallie To his good Cousing M. Iohn Hay of Ranasse HAnibal had a house in Bythinie Builded after his craftie owne conceat On euery side a doore was priuilie For to preserue his life and staggering state But when the Romanes came for to defait The onelie one of whom they stood in doubt Hanibal would not fight against his fate Knowing the doores were known and siegde about Good Cousing Hay the soule is Hanibal The house with many doores it is the head Death and disease as Romanes siege them all To suffocat the life without remead Except diuine Tabacco make defence Keepe open doores raise the siege from thencâ— To the abusers of Tabacco WHy do you thus abuse this heauenlie plant The hope of health the fewell of our life Why doe you waste it without feare of want Since fine and true Tabacco is not ryfe Olde Euclio wâ—nt foull water for to spair And stop the bellowes not to waste the Air. To my Lord the Bishop of Murray THe statelie rich late conquered Indian plaines Foster a plant the princes of all plants Which Portugall after perill and paines To Europe broght as it most iustlie vants This plant at home the people and Priests assure Of his goodwill whom they as God adore Both here and there it worketh wondrous cure And hath such heauenlie vertue hid in store A stranger plant shipwracked in our coast Is come to help this cold phlegmatick soyle Yet can not liue for calumnie and boast In danger daylie of some greater broyle My Lord this sacred herb which neuer offendâ—t Is forcde to craue your fauour to defend it To the most accomplished and true Philoclea of this Yle L. E. L. L. F. SOme do this plant with odious crymes disgrace And call the poore Tabacco homicid They say that it O what a monstrous cace Forestals the life and kils man in the seed It smoaketh blacketh burneth all the braine It dryes the moisture treasure of the life It cureth not but stupifies the pain It cuts our dayes before Atropus knife Good Ladie looke not to these rauing speiches You know by proof that all these blames are lies Forged by scuruie leud vnlearned Leiches As time hath taught and practise that all tryes Tabacco neither altereth health nor hew Ten thousand thousands know that it is true To his very worshipfull anâ— deare Cousing the Laird of Boine THe Gut which Vulcan forged in his yre To punish those which follow Venus way Can finde nothing to quench that flaming fyre So fit as fine Tabacco sundrie say For proofe of which great Pillar of my kin Tell what thou knowest for to conceale were sin