ROMES DOCTOR
OR,
Rare Receipts, prescribed by J.P. for the use of the late Chancellor
and the Jesuits in Newgate, against they come to their Trial.
Tune of, The Two English Travellers, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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THere is a brave Docter come newly a shore,
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Who deals with a Conscience, to Rich & to Poor,
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He tells them if Cureable, at the first view
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Commends these Receipts to the Jesuits crew.
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Take nine drops of Hony squees'd from a Wild-Oak,
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The Eyes of a Phaenix dry'd over the smoak,
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Boyl these together in milk from a Bull,
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And when Scalding-hot, then apply't to your Scull.
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This is well approv'd of in France and in Spain
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To make the wit active, and strengthen the Brain;
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It makes you Couragious not searing to Die
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But daunting all Justice that shall you come nigh.
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Take 3 pound of Butter that's Chermed from Snow,
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With six Pullet's Eggs, new laid by a Crow
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Nine Ounces of amber distill'd from the Air,
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Made into a Poultis and laid to your Ear.
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It preserves the hearing, and also doth cause,
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The Patient to run down both Judges and Laws;
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Strikes Witnesses Dumb that doth them oppose,
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And make Friends of them that was lately their Foes.
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Take three Grains of Powder of St. Clements Bones,
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With the juice of the Grid-iron found at St. Jones,
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Six Ounces of Gun-powder Ashes, likewise,
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Spread these on a Plaister, and lay to your Eyes.
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This is of such excellent virtue, that those
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Who look on the Patient, or touch but his Cloaths,
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is straightway dim-sighted, and cannot discern
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A man from a woman, a tree from a barn.
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Take two of the Apples of which Adam eat
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Six Ounces of Fern-feed that grew in the street;
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With three Grains of Thunder, stop'd in a Glass long
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Bruis'd well in a morter, & touch'd with your Tongue.
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This is of such excellent virtue that he,
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Who tasteth but of it shall presently be;
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Inabled by Eloquent speaking to clear,
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Himself of his crimes, he need not to fear.
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Take three pints of Milk that came from the late Queen
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With a quart of Sedition-seed steeped therein;
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Eight ounces of Oyl from Tenter-hooks drawn
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All beaten to powder and cifted through Lawn.
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Lay these to your stomach I do you advise,
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And bath the part grieved with oyl of disguise;
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It causeth mens Judgments to suit to your mind,
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Now Patients, I hope you will say I am kind.
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Take the wool of a Lobster, the Branch the Dove found
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And brought unto Noah when the World it was drown'd
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Tie these in a bundle and steep them in whey
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That's hot from the Cow, two nights and a day.
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Anoint you all over each morning you rise;
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It makes you invisible to the Courts Eyes,
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And so by that means you may scamper away
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And carry the Tydings to France in a day.
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Now if these should fail, there's one thing I have more
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I confident am, that will perfect the cure;
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And that is a Halter, or a good Hempen-Rope
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To swing you from Tyburn with news to the Pope.
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Thus ends my Receipts, which I hope you'll commend
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When you come to Rome, unto Peters your friend;
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And tell him what benefit they were to you
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And now all my Patients I bid you adieu.
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