The dispensary : a poem in six canto's [sic] / [Anon].

  • Samuel Garth
Date:
1703
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Credit: The dispensary : a poem in six canto's [sic] / [Anon]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    His Spirits ftagnate like Coritus’s Floods And nought but Calentures can warm his Blood. In his chill Veins the fluggifh Puddle flows. And loads with lazy Fogs his fable Brows. Legions of Lunaticks about him prefs, 5Tis he that can loft Intellects redrefs. So when Perfumes their fragrant Scent give o5re. Nought can their Odour, like a Jakes, reftore. When for Advice the Vulgar throng, he’s found With lumber of vile Books belieg’d around. The gazing Fry acknowledge their Surprize, Confuting lefs their Reafon than their Eyes. And he perceives it Hands in greater Head, To furnifli well his Clafles, than his Head. Thus a weak State, by wife Diftruft enclines To num’rous Stores, and Strength in Magazines. So Fools are always moft profufe of Words, And Cowards never fail of longeft Swords. E 2 Aban-