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B02373 A dose for Chamberlain, and a pill for the doctor; being an answer to two scurrilous pamphlets, written against the author of the Asses complaint, &c. Cook, William, fl. 1661. 1661 (1661) Wing C6040; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[64] 993 1

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A DOSE for CHAMBERLAIN AND A Pill for the DOCTOR Being an ANSWER to two Scurrilous Pamphlets Written against the AVTHOR of the ASSES COMPLAINT WHat ailes this bauling Puppy thus to prate I think the Genius of Billings-gate Hath lately crept into his Soul Alas That City Dogs should bait the country Asse And doth the beast stand silent whilest this Proctor For Earl and Balaam wich the busy Doctor derk his dull sides and not so much as Kick The Sexton nor the Piss-pot Emperick 'T is strange he speaks not Is his back so strong To bear abuses that he holds his tongue Come I 'le b' his Oratour for in some cases The Lawyers use to plead for none but Asses Now what sayes Chamberlain that Pamplet-monger What dost thou tell the silly Asse of Hunger Should he like thee turn Parish-Clark and cozen Poor Souls and sell his Prayers six pence a Dozen Dine upon Midwifes fees and grease his chaps With Gossips charity and Female Scraps Then would his Panch like thine be quickly fraught And Men would say he 's better fed then taught Thou Preist in Ginger bread should he but plead For Drunken sots that cannot Preach but read Such as thy self O then the foul-mouth'd whelp Would fawn upon the Asse and cease to yelp Then peace thou Iournyman 'o th Reading pew Tell us not of a Giddy-headed crew Or Sick-brain'd Sectaries for all men know 'T was such as Chamberlain that made them so Dumb Dogs drive out their Parrishes to Roam He needs must leg that hath no bread at home But stay I know what Sir Iohn doth intend He 'd have the Bishops take him for their freind Devills pretences always were divine A knave may have an Anglê for his Sign But Reader take it on a Christians word When such men kiss they 'l soon betray their Lord But stay what means the Docter has he left His Legall murther and his Veniall theft His plotting with his Druggest and the Nurse Not for to purge the body but the purse And turn'd a Satyrist I de thoug●t the man Had been confind unto a Cl●se-stole Pan But 't is a mad world when Hell breaks loose and he That is a Quack talks of Divinity Then leave your scribling Sirrah send your verses Unto your Patients to wipe their A The Asses Author scorns to stroak your Beard Hee 'l foul his hands that meddles with a T Heaven keep this City from Quacksalving Knaves That send sound men to their untimely graves Here did I think to make an end but hark I have one word more to the Parrish-Clerk Let Preachers say God save King Charles and then 'T will be your Cue Sir Clerk to say Amen WILLIAM COOK I wish it be not so in Cornhill