A Marvelous Medicine to cure a great Pain,
If a Maiden-head be lost to get it again,
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ONce busie in study betwixt night and day
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With choyce of inventions I had in my mind,
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And many od matters my mind did assay,
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But any to please me I could not well find,
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Then suddenly casting my nose in the wind,
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I smelt out a Medicine both precious and plain,
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How to help silly maidens that have bin somwhat kind
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To get by good order their Maiden head again.
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First the Maid must be brought into a sleep,
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For seven dayes together before she awake.
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And seven dayes after this dyet must keep,
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with these kind of compounds the which she must take
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She must not eat neither rost meat Sod neither bake
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But all kind of daintyes she must refrain,
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Save only the Medicine which if she take.
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then it will restore, etc.
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The first day give her the slime of an Eale
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Blown through a bag:pipe with the wind of a bladder
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With two or three turnings of a Spinning wheele,
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Boyld in an Egshell and straind through a Ladder,
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The Tongue of an Urchin the sting of an Adder,
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Boyld in a blanket in a showr of Rain,
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With seven notes of Musick to make her the gladder
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And it wlll, etc.
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The second day give her the peeping of a Mouse,
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With the drops of Thunder that falls from the sky,
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And temper it with three leaps of a lowse,
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And put thereon three skips of a fly.
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With a gallon of water from a widows eye.
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That weeps for her husband when death hath him slain
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Let her take this Medicine and drink by and by,
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And it will, etc.
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The third day give her the chattering of a Sparrow
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Rosted in a mitten of untand Leather,
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Give it her with the rumbling of a wheelebarrow,
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And bast it with three yards of black Swans Feather
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The juce of a whetstone therein put together,
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With a fart of a Fryer brought hither from Spain,
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Let her lay all this in an ell of lowse Leather.
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And lay warm to her belly to cure her great pain.
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The fourth day give her the Song of a Swallow,
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Well tempered with marrow wrung out of a Log
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With three pound and better of stock fish Tallow,
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Hard tryd in the left horn of a blew butchers Dog.
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With the gagling of a Goose and three frisks of a frog
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The hill of a shovell and an humble Bees brain,
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Give her this fasting with the grunting of a hog.
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And it will, etc,
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The fift day give her twixt eight and nine,
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Some gruel of grantham boyld for the nonce,
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The brains of a bird bolt powdred very fine,
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And beat in a Morter of Genny Rens bones.
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Boyld in a Nutshel betwixt two Milstones.
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With the guts of a Gudgin before she be slain,
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Let her besure to take all this at once,
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And it will, etc.
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Now mark well the sixt day what must be her trade
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She must have a woodcock a snip or a quail,
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Bakt fine in an Oven before it be made.
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And mingle it with the blood of a Snale.
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With four or five inches of a Jack a napes tail.
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What though for a while it put her to pain,
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Yet let her take this without any fail
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And it will. etc.
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The seventh day give her a pound of maids mocks
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Brayd in a basket of danger and blame
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With conserves of colworts bound in a box.
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To comfort her stomack with sirrop of shame
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Although she be past all hope of good name.
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And to her honesty a very great stain,
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Let her take this to remedy the same
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And it will, etc:
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Lo these are our Medicines for Maidens each one
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Which in their Virginity amisse somewhat fell:
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Pray if ever you hear them make moan
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And gladly would know the place where I dwell
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At the sign of the whip and Eggshell
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Neer Pancake Alley on Salisbury plain
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There shall they find remedy using this well
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Or else ner recover their Maiden head aga[in.]
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