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A70365	Two broad-sides against tobacco the first given by King James of famous memory, his Counterblast to tobacco : the second transcribed out of that learned physician Dr. Everard Maynwaringe, his Treatise of the scurvy : to which is added, serious cautions against excess in drinking, taken out of another work of the same author, his Preservation of health and prolongation of life : with a short collection, out of Dr. George Thompson's treatise of Bloud, against smoking tobacco : also many examples of God's severe judgments upon notorious drunkards, who have died suddenly, in a sermon preached by Mr. Samuel Ward : concluding with two poems against tobacco and coffee / corrected and published, as very proper for this age, by J.H.	James I, King of England, 1566-1625. Counterblaste to tobacco.; Maynwaringe, Everard, 1628-1699? Treatise of the scurvy.; Thomson, George, 17th cent.; Ward, Samuel, 1577-1640. Woe to drunkards.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618. Tobacco battered.	1672 (1672)	Wing J147; ESTC R19830	56,525	81

taste of the Cup but you shall drink off the dregs of God's Wrath and Displeasure To whom is Strife You talk of good fellowship and friendship but Wine is a rager and tumultuous make-bate and sets you a quarreling and medling When wit 's out of the head and strength out of the body it thrusts even Cowards and Dastards unfenced and unarmed into needless Frayes and Combats And then to whom are Wounds broken Heads blue Eyes maimed Limbs You have a drunken by-word Drunkards take no harm but how many are the mishaps and untimely misfortunes that betide such which though they feel not in drink they carry as marks and brands to their Grave You pretend you drink Healths and for Health but to whom are all kind of Diseases Infirmities Deformities pearled Faces Palsies Dropsies Head-aches If not to Drunkards Upon these premises he forcibly infers his sober and serious advise Look upon these woful effects and evils of Drunkenness and look not upon the Wine look upon the blue Wounds upon the red Eyes it causeth and look not on the red colour when it sparkleth in the Cup. If there were no worse then these yet would no wise man be overtaken with Wine As if he should say What see you in the Cup or Drink that countervaileth these dreggs that lie in the bottom Behold this is the Sugar you are to look for and the tang it leaves behind Woe and alas sorrow and strife shame poverty and diseases these are enough to make it odious but that which followeth withall will make it hideous and fearful For Solomon duely considering that he speaks to men past shame and grace senseless of blowes and therefore much more of reasons and words insisteth not upon these petty woes which they bewitched and besotted with the love of Wine will easily over-see and over-leap but sets before their Eyes the direful end and fruit the black and poysonful tail of this sin In the end it stingeth like the Serpent it biteth like the Cockatrice or Adder saith our new Translation All Interpreters agree That he means some most virulent Serpent whose Poyson is present and deadly All the woes he hath mentioned before were but as the sting of some Emmet Waspe or Nettle in comparison of this Cockatrice which is even unto death death speedy death painful and woful death and that as naturally and inevitably as Opium procureth sleep as Hellebore purgeth or any Poyson killeth Three forked is this sting and three-fold is the death it procureth to all that are strung therewith The first is the death of Grace The second is of the Body The third is of Soul and Body eternal All sin is the poyson wherewithall the old Serpent and red Dragon envenomes the soul óf Man but no sin except it be that which is unto death so mortal as this which though not ever unpardonably yet for the most part is also irrecoverably and inevitably unto death Seest thou one bitten with any other Snake there is hope and help as the Father said of his Son when he had information of his Gaming of his Prodigality yea of his Whoring But when he heard that he was poysoned with Drunkenness he gave him for dead his case for desperate and forlorn Age and experience often cures the other but this encreaseth with years and parteth not till death Whoring is a deep Ditch yet some few shall a man see return and lay hold on the wayes of life one of a thousand but scarce one Drunkard of ten-thousand One Ambrose mentions and one have I known and but one of all that ever I knew or heard of Often have I been asked and often have I enquired but never could meet with an instance save one or two at the most I speak of Drunkards not of one drunken of such who rarely and casually have Noah-like been surprised over-taken at unawares But if once a Custome ever Necessity Wine takes away the Heart and spoils the Brain overthrows the Faculties and Organs of Repentance and Resolution And is it not just with God that he who will put out his natural light should have his spiritual extinguished He that will deprive himself of Reason should lose also the Guide and Pilot of Reason God's Spirit and Grace He that will wittingly and willingly make himself an Habitation of Unclean Spirits should not dispossess them at his own pleasure Most aptly therefore is it translated by Tremelius Haemorrhois which Gesner confounds with the Dipsas or thirsty Serpent whose poyson breedeth such thirst drought and inflamation like that of Ratsbane that they never leave drinking till they burst and die withall Would it not grieve and pitty any Christian-soul to see a towardly hopeful young man well natured well nurtured stung with this Cockatrice bewailing his own case crying out against the baseness of the sin inveighing against Company melting under the perswasions of Friends yea protesting against all enticements vow covenant and seriously indent with himself and his Friends for the relinquishing of it And yet if he meet with a Companion that holds but up his Finger he follows him as a Fool to the Stocks and as an Oxe to the Slaughter-house having no Power to withstand the Temptation but in he goes with him to the Tipling-house not considering that the Chambers are the Chambers of Death and the Guests the Guests of Death and there he continues as one bewitched or conjured in a Spell out of which he returns not till he hath emptied his Purse of Money his Head of Reason and his Heart of all his former seeming Grace There his Eyes behold the strange Woman his Heart speaketh perverse things becoming heartless as one saith Solomon in the heart of the Sea resolving to continue and return to his Vomit whatsoever it cost him to make it his daily work I was sick and knew it not I was struck and felt it not when I awake I will seek it still And why indeed without a Miracle should any expect that one stung with this Viper should shake it off and ever recover of it again Yea so far are they from recovering themselves that they infect and become contagious and pestilent to all they come near The Dragon infusing his Venome and assimulating his Elfes to himself in no sin so much as in this that it becomes as good as Meat and Drink to them to spend their Wit and Money to compass Ale-house after Ale-house yea Town after Town to transform others with their Circean-Cups till they have made them Bruits and Swine worse then themselves The Adulterer and Usurer desire to enjoy their Sin alone but the chiefest pastime of a Drunkard is to heat and overcome others with Wine that he may discover their nakedness and glory in their foyl and folly In a word excess of Wine and the spirit of Grace are opposites the former expels the latter out of the Heart as smoke doth Bees out of the Hive and makes the man a

the jollyest among them descend into it Consider this you that are strong to pour in drink that love to drink sorrow and care away And be you well assured that there you shall drink enough for all having for every drop of your former Bousings Vials yea whole Seas of God's Wrath never to be exhaust Now then I appeal from your selves in drink to your selves in your sober fits Reason a little the case and tell me calmly would you for your own or any mans pleasure to gratifie Friend or Companion if you knew there had been a Toad in the wine-pot as twice I have known happened to the death of Drinkers or did you think that some Caesar Borgia or Brasutus had tempered the Cup or did you see but a Spider in the Glass would you or durst you carouse it off And are you so simple to fear the Poyson that can kill the Body and not that which killeth the Soul and Body ever yea for ever and ever and if it were possible for more then for ever for evermore Oh thou vain Fellow what tellest thou me of friendship or good fellowship wilt thou account him thy Friend or good Fellow that draws thee into his company that he may poyson thee and never thinks he hath given thee right entertainment or shewed thee kindness enough till he hath killed thy Soul with his kindness and with Beer made thy Body a Carkass fit for the Biere a laughing and loathing stock not to Boys and Girls alone but to Men and Angels Why rather sayest thou not to such What have I to do with you ye Sons of Belial ye poysonful Generation of Vipers that hunt for the precious life of a man Oh but there are few good Wits or great Spirits now a-days but will Pot it a little for company What hear I Oh base and low-spirited times if that were true If we were faln into such Lees of Time foretold of by Seneca in which all were so drowned in the dregs of Vices that it should be vertue and honour to bear most drink But thanks be to God who hath reserved many thousands of men and without all comparison more witty and valorous then such Pot-wits and Spirits of the Buttery who never bared their knees to drink health nor ever needed to whet their Wits with Wine or arm their courage with Pot-harness And if it were so yet if no such Wits or Spirits shall ever enter into Heaven without Repentance let my Spirit never come and enter into their Paradise ever abhor to partake of their bruitish pleasures lest I partake of their endless woes If young Cyrus could refuse to drink Wine and tell Astyages He thought it to be Poyson for he saw it metamorphose men into Beasts and Carcases what would he have said if he had known that which we may know that the wine of Drunkards is the wine of Sodom and Gomorrah their grapes the grapes of gall their clusters the clusters of bitterness the Juyce of Dragons and the venome of Asps In which words Moses is a full Commentary upon Solomon largely expressing that he speaks here more briefly It stings like the Serpent and bites like the Cockatrice To the which I may not unfitly add that of Pauls and think I ought to write of such with more passion and compassion then he did of the Christians in his time which sure were not such Monsters as ours in the shapes of Christians Whose God is their Belly whom they serve with Drink-Offerings whose glory is their shame and whose end is damnation What then take we pleasure in thundering out Hell against Drunkards is there nothing but death and damnation to Drunkards Nothing else to them so continuing so dying But what is there no help nor hope no Amulet Antidote or Triacle are there no Presidents found of Recovery Ambrose I temember tells of one that having been a spectacle of Drunkenness proved after his Conversion a pattern of sobriety And I my self must confess that one have I known yet living who having drunk out his bodily Eyes had his spiritual Eyes opened proved diligent in hearing and practising Though the Pit be deep miry and narrow like that Dungeon into which Jeremy was put yet if it please God to let down the cords of his Divine mercy and cause the Party to lay hold thereon it is possible they may escape the snares of death There is even for the most debauched Drunkard that ever was a soveraign Medicine a rich Triacle of force enough to cure and recover his Disease to obtain his Pardon and to furnish him with strength to overcome this deadly Poyson fatal to the most And though we may well say of it as men out of experience do of Quartane Agues that it is the disgrace of all moral Physick of all Reproofs Counsels and Admonitions yet is there a Salve for this Sore there came one from Heaven that trode the Winepress of his Fathers fierceness drunk of a Cup tempered with the bitterness of God's Wrath and the Devils Malice that he might heal even such as have drunk deepest of the sweet Cup of Sin And let all such know that in all the former discovery of this Poyson I have only aimed to cause them feel their sting and that they might with earnest Eyes behold the Brasen Serpent and seriously repair to him for Mercy and Grace who is perfectly able to eject even this kind which so rarely and hardly is thrown out where once he gets possession This Seed of the Woman is able to bruise this Serpents head Oh that they would listen to the gracious offers of Christ if once there be wrought in thy Soul a spiritual thirst after mercy as the thirsty Land hath after rain a longing appetite after the water that comes out of the Rock after the Blood that was shed for thee then let him that is athirst come let him drink of the water of life without any money of which if thou hast took but one true and thorow draught thou wilt never long after thy old puddle waters of Sin any more Easie will it be for thee after thou hast rasted of the Bread and Wine in thy Father's House ever to loath the Husks and Swill thou wert wont to follow after with greediness The Lord Christ will bring thee into his Mothers House cause thee to drink of his spiced Wine of the new Wine of the Pomegranate Yea he will bring thee into his Cellar spread his Banner of Love over thee stay thee with flagons fill thee with his love till thou beest sick and overcome with the sweetness of his Consolations In other Drink there is excess but here can be no danger The Devil hath his invitation Come let us drink and Christ hath his inebriamini Be ye filled with the Spirit Here is a Fountain set open and Proclamation made And if it were possible for the bruitishest Drunkard in the World to know who it is that offereth and

both meet as the Sun and some good Star in a benigne Conjunction what Enemy shall stand before the Sword of God and Gideon what Vice so predominant which these subdue not If the Lion roar what Beast of the Forest shall not tremble and hide their head have we not a noble experiment hereof yet fresh in our memory and worthy never to die in the timely and speedy suppression of that impudent abomination of Womens mannish habit threatning the confusion of Sexes and ruine of Modesty The same Royal Hand and care the Church and Common-wealth implores for the vanquishing of this Poyson no less pernicious more spreading and prevailing Take us these little Foxes was wont to be the suit of the Church for they gnabble our Grapes and hurt our tender Branches but now it is become more serious Take us these Serpents lest they destroy our Vines Vine-Dressers Vineyards and all This hath ever been Royal Game How famous in the story of Diodorus Siculus is the Royal munificence of Ptolomy King of Egypt for provision of Nets and maintenance of Huntsmen for the taking and destroying of Serpents noxious and noisome to his Countrey The like of Philip in Aristotle and of Attilius Regulus in Aulus Gellius The Embleme mentioned at large by Plutarch engraven on Hercules Shield what is it but a Symbol of the Divine honor due to Princes following their Herculean labours in subduing the like Hidraes too mighty for any inferior person to take in hand It is their honor to tread upon Basilisks and trample Dragons under their Feet Solomon thinks it not unworthy his Pen to discourse their danger A royal and eloquent Oration is happily and worthily preserved in the large Volume of ancient Writings with this Title Oratio magnifici pacifici Edgari Regis habita ad Dunstanum Archiep. Episcopos c. The main scope whereof is to excite the Clergies care and devotion for the suppressing of this Vice for the common good Undertakers of difficult Plots promise themselves speed and effect if once they interest the King and make him Party And what more generally beneficial can be devised or proposed then this with more Honour and less Charge to be effected if it shall please his Majesty but to make trial of the strength of his Temporal and Spiritual Arms For the effecting of it if this help not what have we else remaining but wishes and prayers to cast out this kind withall God help us To him I commend the success of these Labors and the vanquishing of this Cockatrice TOBACCO BATTERED AND THE PIPES SHATTERED About their Ears that id'ly Idolize so base and barbarous a WEED OR At least-wise over-love so loathsome Vanity Collected out of the famous POEMS of Joshua Sylvester Gent. WHat-ever God created first was good And good for man while man uprightly stood But falling Angels causing man to fall His foul Contagion con-corrupted all His Fellow-Creatures for his Sin accurst And for his sake transformed from the first Till God and man man's Leptie to re-cure By Death kill'd Death re-making all things pure But to the Pure not to the still Prophane Who Spider-like turns Blessing into Bane Usurping right-less thank-less need-less here In wanton wilful wastful lustful chear Earths plenteous Crop which God hath onely given Unto his own Heirs both of Earth and Heaven Who only rightly may with Praise and Prayer Enjoy th' increase of Earth of Sea of Air Fowl Fish and Flesh Gems Mettals Cattel Plants And namely that which now no Angle wants Indian Tobacco when due cause Requires Not the dry Dropsie of Phantastick Squires None therefore deem that I am now to learn However dim I many things discern Reason and Season to distinguish fit Th' use of a thing from the abuse of it Drinking from Drunking Saccharum cum Sacco And taking of from taking all Tobacco Yet out of high Disdain and Indignation Of that stern Tyrant's strangest Usurpation Once Demi-captive to his puffing pride As millions are too-wilful foolifi'd Needs must I band against the needless use Of Don Tobacco and his foul abuse Which though in Inde it be an Herb indeed In Europe is no better then a Weed Which to their Idols Pagans Sacrifice And Christians here do well-nigh Idolize Which taking Heathens to the Devils bow Their Bodies Christians even their Souls do vow Yet th' Heathen have with th' ill some good withall Sith their con-native 't is non-natural But see the nature of abounding sin Which more abounding punishment doth win For knowing Servants wilful Arrogance Then silly Strangers savage Ignorance For what to them is Meat land Med'cinable Is turn'd to us a Plague intolerable Two smoky Engins in this latter Age Satan's short Circuit the more sharp his Rage Have been invented by too-wanton wit Or rather vented from th' infernal Pit Guns and Tobacco-Pipes with fire and smoke At least a third part of Mankind to choke Which happily th Apocalyps fold-told Yet of the two we may think I be bold In some respect to think the last the worst However both in their effects accurst For Guns shoot from-ward only at their foen Tobacco-Pipes home-ward into their own When for the touch-hole firing the wrong end Into our selves the Poysons force we send Those in the Field in brave and hostile manner These cowardly under a covert banner Those with defiance in a threatful Terror These with affiance in a wilful Error Those though loud-roaring goaring-deep quick-ridding These stilly stealing longer Languors breeding Those full of pain perhaps and fell despight These with false pleasure and a seem-delight As Cats with Mice Spiders with Flyes full rife Pipe-Playing dallying and deluding life Who would not wonder in these sunny-days So bright illightned with the Gospel's Rays Whence so much smoke and deadly vapors come To dim and dam so much of Christendom But we must ponder too these days are those Wherein the Devil was to be let lose And yawning broad-gate of that black abyss To be set ope whose bottom boundless is That Satan destin'd evermore to dwell In smoky Fornace of that Darksom Cell In smoke and darkness might inure and train His own deer minions while they here remain As Roguing Gipfies tan their little Elves To make them tan'd and ugly like themselves Then in despight who ever dare say nay Tobacconists keep on your course you may If you continue in your smoky ure The better far Hells sulphury Smoke endure And herein as in all your other evil Grow nearer still and liker to the Devil Save that the Devil if he could revoke Would fly from filthy and unhealthy Smoke Wherein cast out of Heav'n for Hellish-pride Unwilling he and forced doth abide Which herein worse than he the worst of ill You long for lust for lye for die for still For as the Salamander lives in fire You live in smoke and without smoke expire Should it be question'd as right well it may Whether discovery of America That New-found World