A QUACK-SALVER

Is a mountebank of a larger bill than a tailor: if he can but come by

names enough of diseases to stuff it with, 'tis all the skill he studies

for. He took his first beginning from a cunning woman, and stole this

black art from her, while he made her sea-coal fire. All the diseases

ever sin brought upon man doth he pretend to be a curer of, when the

truth is, his main cunning is corn-cutting. A great plague makes him,

what with railing against such as leave their cures for fear of

infection, and in friendly breaking cake-bread with the fishwives at

funerals. He utters a most abominable deal of carduus water, and the

conduits cry out, All the learned doctors may cast their caps at him. He

parts stakes witn some apothecary in the suburbs, at whose house he

lies; and though he be never so familiar with his wife, the apothecary

dares not (for the richest horn in his shop) displease him. All the

midwives in the town are his intelligencers; but nurses and young

merchants' wives that would fain conceive with child, these are his

idolaters. He is a more unjust bone-setter than a dice-maker. He hath

put out more eyes than the small-pox; more deaf than the cataracts of

Nilus; lamed more than the gout; shrunk more sinews than one that makes

bowstrings, and killed more idly than tobacco. A magistrate that had

any-way so noble a spirit as but to love a good horse well, would not

suffer him to be a farrier. His discourse is vomit, and his ignorance

the strongest purgation in the world. To one that would be speedily

cured, he hath more delays and doubles than a hare or a lawsuit. He

seeks to set us at variance with nature, and rather than he shall want

diseases, he'll beget them. His especial practice (as I said before) is

upon women; labours to make their minds sick, ere their bodies feel it,

and then there's work for the dog-leech. He pretends the cure of madmen;

and sure he gets most by them, for no man in his perfect wit would

meddle with him. Lastly, he is such a juggler with urinals, so

dangerously unskilful, that if ever the city will have recourse to him

for diseases that need purgation, let them employ him in scouring

Moorditch.

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