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The art of longevity, or, A diæteticall instition written by Edmund Gayton.
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Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.
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there was seen At second course begins and to be brief Eats if he have it at the last his beef Take heed good Simon how you sup your broth Much mischief comes through the accustom'd sloth And negligence of Cooks both he and she Of all such Cooks cleanâ—y come thou to me Not sifting Oatmeal and the ingredients Which make your Mattin-cawdle liquaments Is cause that frequently most durty Atomes In silver Cup go toward the Ladies botomes ' Now though that blind men use to swallow flies ' They would not surely if they had their eyes This may be help'd yet by a wholsome drainer If that you think the caution 's not the vainer To things more pertinent we will proceed ' Yet a good Poet died by a * Grapes seed No man will therefore I do mean that wise is Contemn us for our mean but true advises But as our various dinner is a fault So is our stay and long remove o' th' Salt It is not good like Dutch I can't Dutch spreaken To sit at Table till our bellies breaken Feed untill midnight and charess all commers And think all Physick is in crowned Rummers A dang'rous custome and doth cause the stivers To march apace into their intrail-drivers Oh how our Farriers thrive by fitting drenches For many a Hogen Mogen Men and Wenches But shall we eat at all or what you 'l say Yes yes you shall and shall no longer stay Since that in Winter 't was my hap to write Actuall hot meats are best for th' appetite And when the Summers pleasing heat is come Let actual cold meats be i' th' others room Think not all hots are of the Poâ—tage-pot Nor nothing cold but what its dressing got The night before but what by nature is Or hot or cold are so with emphasis Wherefore those things whose quality 's so cold As if made so by snow from them withhold Or whose intensive heats without the fire Do warm to eat have not too much desire Lubrick that 's glibbery and the meat that 's moist And juicy before drier fare accost Sweet meats and sawce that 's sowr though an old Saw Is a good Rule in Avicenna's Law So mix your cold and hot your moist and dry That neither have a grand predominancy And with these four precautions you may dine For contraries do their own selves refine And while they strive each to be Master The broken Elements are safest posture So they do rarely temperate become Such Wars produce a Peace t is Pipe and Drum Wherefore let fat and unctions Swines-flesh swimme In sharp and sawces tart up to the brimme Methinks it is a Dish highly abhorrens To see a Pig bemeasl'd all in Currans D' you ask what place is best to take repast in Not such as mine for that 's a place to fast in But you that have your residence for food The coolest place except the Cellar 's good And sometimes I have known that hath been us'd And for its coolnesse ought not be refus'd But for its heat as from a noli me Tangere flye for there the Bottles lye And ever since Erasmus call'd it Hell You might in one as welll as th' other dwell In that with liquid fire they 'r hard put to 't In this God Bacchus is drunk up in boot Certes this custome is in memory The pretty Bulchins Cradie was a Thigh But in the Summer your coole um-brages And hid Recesses be your Diet-stages Provided that no intervemient wind Through doores or crevises nor strain'd aire find Accesse unto the place for t is debated And found the worst of air is preco-lated But chiefly chuse a ventilated place When that the Sun is in his highest race For native heat 's by that extracted much Just as the fires if Sun-beams do it touch But interpose a Screen or else the Maid Your fire 's preserv'd your stomack by the shade But if you have no such Sycamor places Eat at an hour that 's cool then saith my Rasis After meat taken rest or sleep saith he Sleep not say some The Doctors disagree Revive Mayerne and he will bid you sleep Old Paddy bid you smoke your eyes ope keep I 'm for the later Knight my patron who Gave me his Colledge shall give Counsel too CHAP. V. Of Meats in generall THe first considerable food is Bread Which He in Sacred Prayer hallowed Who in that Prayer {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} which bears Its high-sprung Makers name and to all years Must stand Matrix of holy Liturgies And be both Form and Part o' th' Services Better than all the whole the platform lead Of whom to ask and wherewith to be fed Our daily bread includes as in a word The All-abundance of our fullest beard And he whose belly 's full with bread alone And blessing 'fore and after were 't a stone Shall find a satisfaction in his fare As great as if h' had din'd with my Lord May'r There is a tast of his Religion Who dares not write so large as Dr. Brown Now to our Phisical design we treat Therefore the civiliz'd part o' th' world with Wheat The Bread compacted and most stoutly kneaded Sifted most clean from bran and as it needed Salted and leaven'd by your Barm and Quick'ning And throughly bak'd will keep you best from sick'ning 'T is light and tart as your good houswives say And makes i' th' body a convenient stay For cleansed from its Bran which makes it swift Of passage and is onely good for drift Or scouring hands or pewter or the hair But for the rich Jessimy Butters rare And Mr. Cutbeards Powder it will fix And till a due egestion moves it sticks And oven-bak'd is best the hearth is poor And onely fit for Caledonian Boor Except their Oat-cakes nothing doth me please Nor Solan Geese Bannock nor Barnacles And spungy let it rise by its quick leaven For bread unleaven'd is not easily driven Out of the stomack but doth stay too long And by its pains doth do the belly wrong It makes obstruction in the Liver and Who would imagine Bread should turn to Sand Or to a Stone its evil quality Doth slime the reins and there doth petrifie The Bread of Barley the tough plowmans food Is colder nutriment and not so good But those who sweat and swink and thwack like stenâ—ors will digest stones if on them they adventure But otherwise that Bread doth little nourish T is windy too and makes the Colick flourish ' And causeth cold diseases binds the belly And lies quiescent like a costive jelly As other grains are in their natures so Is the Bread is made of any Dough Bean-bread is flatulent and course But good for those have stomacks like a horse So Turnip-bread a new and late devise To fatten Hogs and Horses in a trice The curse of all Corn-Chandlers who by that Project do keep their grain for the old Rat Lastly your Bread when hot by no means eat
nothing is so good As that which by its vertue cleers the blood It cures the worms i' th' belly not the head Not in a sheeps wherein a long ones bred Good for the stomack saith the Arab Rasis But Dioscorides the herb disgraces As to that vigor but commends its power For expediting off the bloody scower And though it hurts the early Embryo It doth provoke to that which * made it so Poppy is white and black of this doth come The high Nercotick dulling Opium The whites more candid and more laâ—dable This causeth sleep that death saith Pliny well Poppy both seed and leaves and heads are cold Stays Rheumes a cerebro Be not too bold However with 't unless it tempered be With good allays then t is a Remedy Not dangerous Beware best Lady still Of herbs that do some good but greater ill Of this is made rare Diacodium The wand of Mercury and Morpheus drum When sharp diseases and malignant Feavor Disturb your rest as I could wish it never A Poppy cawdle made with Almond-cream Shall bind the senses and incline to dream Parsley is hot i' th' second dry i' th' third Degree By it the stagnant urin's stirr'd And femal courses fixt do finde their way And the red tide obeys her Cynthia The seeds are hotter then the leaves or Root They open are abstersive and drive out Aeolian Blasts and stomack-tearing-toind And them expel at fore door or behind Iâ— is as helpful to the stone and gaines Credit upon the bladders grief and reins The cholick passion is appeas'd The doors The little doors 'o th body cal'd the Pores It opes by sweat and makes transpire such vapours As fume the house like ill extinguisht tapers It purifies the Liver made an oyl It cures the Morfâ—e and the speck'd skins soyl Boyled in Ale the roots and seeds have got A â—ame 'gainst poysons are an Antidote And for its common use there 's scarce a dish Without this sauce to your quaint Flesh or Fiâ—h Leeks or but leek with number singular E'ne which you like hot and dry temper'd are Rasis commendâ— and discommends the plant It is the Appetites friend to its provant But enemy to th' head which it doth pain And fills with dreams malignant the fum'd brain If that the Fountain of the Body's ill The head I mean let Leeks grow where they will Except on thy brest-plat But if you l ' need Upon this great Extenuator feed Eat them with Endives Purslane Lettuces Charge of a sallad will his heat appease Made in a Lohoc or a loch with Figs With Bdellium almonds tell me Dr Trigs Must they be blanch'd or no with liquorice A quantum sufficit in short R S. With candid sugar Ana and these all Boyl'd in a Balneo till Syrrupical Against Catarrhes and suffocating Rheumes And squinances a power it assumes Madam you 'l thinke I cant or little lack Of Iohn Pontaeus or an English Quack The Emperour Nero cal'd Parrophagus That 's Leek devourer eat them like a sus That 's like a swine which is the cause I think His memory unto this day doth stink Purslane is cold 'i th degree third and moyst In second For stomacks by much wine deboyst And high inflam'd is good and extream thirst Purslane will quench when if your belly burst With water 't will not slake and for your tooth Aking or edge the leaves are good forsooth The faemal fluxe and of Bile rubea Or any flux of blood the juice will stay If by a syringe you the same minister It cures the Matrix heats the Guts by Glister And Avicenna a new vertue starts That the leaves rub'd are med'cine 'gainst the Warts The Butchers 'gainst the Herb-wives seek relief And think that Purslane will put down raw beefe Radish is hot and dry a sauce of course Both that cal'd biting and that called horse Both heavy of digestion both excite Before and in the Meal the appetite The leaves are more digestive then the root Which is a vomit with some oxymel to 't It cuts the Flegme and by it's gravity Like cheese it make our victuals downward ply Water of Radish or horse radish Ale Is good for urine and provokes to stale But leaves a â—â—gou so distastful I Wish that my nose my palat were not nigh The root with Darnel meal and vineger Of wine de-â—â—anch blew and black speeks do's clear That mixt with salt saith Dioscorâ—des Will milk in dryed paps and teats increase Secundum artem ordered makes away For the descension of the menstrua And mixt with Vinegar hath good dispatch Against Hodontalgia or Tooth-ach And without Rasis or Hippocrates Rind on and off is eaten with green cheese Turnep saith Isaack 's moyst i' th' first degree And â—ot i' th' second a good quality Nature consists in hot and moyst We fall When fire licks up the humor Radical Then Turneps eat which though they ill digest Of Garden roots they are accounted best It makes the skin fair as it self and raises That Plimme and somewhat more and yet more praises For Spermatick recruits it gets they 'r all Good long the small or round which bears the ball The sheets or tender topps for Sallads use Boyled they do belye Asparagus The Commentator if he guesseth right Affirms they have a vertue good for sight And Pliny natures great Philosopher Saith boyld to frigid feet they heat confer I hold with Pliny and almost dare swear My foot a boyld Turnep will not bear But what saith Dioscorides alone A Turnep stamp'd is for Kib'd heels for-bone To made an Oven for the oyle of Roses To rost in Embers is the best of doses Then Turneps cry man East North West and South And when they 'r sold with wheelbarrow stop thy mouth Rue is both hot and dry i' th' third degree At its approach flys cold ventosity And clogging humors jogge it doth remove The sent from those Garlick and Onyons love The Herb like Sampier pickled helps the sight But so or not so eat spoiles Cupids fight In Pestilential times like these if you Do love your safety stuff your nose with Rue Who can deny what Pliny then attests The leaves in wine are Antidote o' th' best The water thrice distill'd the kidneys cleanse And send all sand incontinent from thence Sage is of temper hot and dry the School Salernitan concludes him for a fool That dyes with Sage in garden T is a herb Of vertue singular to a Proverb And in its name are high auspicia Healthful and soveraign that is * Salvia Let those who to Abortions subject are Make this same prudent herb their constant fare And what it doth post Partum for the next Consult Agrippas and Aetius text Good for the Matrix and its tenant naught For the person who that to lodge there brought And bridles natures itch Good for the Brains And head and senses which the head contains And how in Ale infus'd and brew'd we