Title: To This Grave Doctor Millions Doe Resorte, / both from the cuntry, citty & the court, // whence though they com as thick as raine can foll, / such is his skill as hee can cure them all, // for by his waters druggs, conserves & potions, / he purgeth fancies, follies, idle motions.; Banner, bottom right: While clensing flames laft refuge of my skill - purge out these projetcs here I must instell / these wholesome herbs although I greatly feare - Theyle not fill up those rooms the empty are / so when these ayrie castles forth are gott - his braine being empty h’eele prove idiott.; On the furnace: Herbgrasse / Sophia / Thrift / Hearts ease / Patience / Agnus Castus / Hore strange / Sage of Jerusalem; On the athanor: Ofte having tride to purg the Gallants Braine / I tooke them washt them: putt them in againe, / but to no end: so since I did desire / to try conclusions by the force of fire, / and heere behould what good successe I had / these strange chimaera-crotchetts made him mad; Banner, center top: Say good Sir Briske, spruce master Cittyzsinne / I have a potion for your worth within / a dosis Sir where the ingredients be / Religion Truth plaine dealing Honestie / it will expell proud humors sly deceits / knaves peacocks foxes Jayes & couzening weights ; Banner, center bottom: Once (faire) I knew the tongues phlebotomie / had powre to cure your sexes maladie / but now youre manly humors boile so highe / that you must in the gallants fornace lye Banner, onderaan links: “A slender purge serves the rude rusticall / too druggs expell his vicious humors all, / by wisedomes force and understanding passe / the goose, foole, woodcock, buzzard, calfe & asse.” Banner, onderaan centraal: “Who bore two Churches & complaind of none / nowe being purged findes too much of one // the cheating tradesman with his fable seeling / covering those faults are lyable too feeling / th ingrossing marchant fact with foyries & furr / th imperious boaster and grimine usarer / the grinding broker and the breaker too / to make himselfe that hundreds will undoe / these all within the walles confus’dlie rest / and yett with more the suburbs are opprest” Tekst onderaan: “This noble doctor for such cures as these / excells both Gallen and Hippocrates / God Aesculapius held the candle to him / and liud hee now his practise wolde undoe him. / Thousands of patients in the cuntry living / neede his rare phisicke & his best releeving / the wittles peasant, farmer hoording corne / the gentry racking rents for hound & horne // the justice bribd & the voluptuous knight / that takes no pleasure but in vaine delight. / These must bee curd by his admired skill / purgd of their humors vicious foule & ill. / Next in ye citty hee hath millions more / swimming in riches & their wealthy store. / The smooth tongu’d shop man with sleeke oyld phrase / that gelds your purse yett laughs you in your face. // These in ye citty and the cuntry dwell / but for best practise doth the court excell. / Thers the luxurious roaring riotter / the two tongu’d lawyer & base flatterer / lust idles servant with his leprous hide / with crownes revenewes spent in gaudy pride. / The periurd lover with aisembling zeale / the pattent begger, beggring common weale. // The lavish gamester ty in one black night / consumes more meanes then wold maitaine a knight. / These growe so ill and to such height aspire / that nothing serves to purg them but a fire. / Besides these named that are masculines / hee hath as many frantick feminines. / When these approche this doctor for their cure / and while by fire their braines a purge indure // more wandring crotchets will evaporate. / then from the gallant did ascend of tale / steelettoes girdles patches painted brests / points powders feathers washes & the rest. / When witching lust baits & damnd plots of hell / the red hott furnace only must expell / yett purgd of all thay not lesse owners are / haire breath complexions all are borrowed ware” Onderaan rechts: “MD sculpsit”