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<HEAD><HI>VINDICIAE PHARMACAPOLAE,</HI> OR AN ANSWER to the DOCTORS COMPLAINTS again&s;t <HI>APOTHECARIES.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>'TIs &s;trange to me, to &s;ee Revenging Sheets,</L>
<L><HI>Lambs-Conduit</HI> Paper, that in Duel meets</L>
<L>On every Stall, and threaten pa&s;&s;ers by,</L>
<L>Who without Doctors Stamp u&s;e Pharmacy.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I have not &s;een a Month of Years, and &s;o</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Arcana</HI>'s of the&s;e dayes <HI>I Dare</HI> not know;</L>
<L>Nor dare I now pre&s;ume to make pre&s;age,</L>
<L>How pre&s;ent Influences Threat this Age.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But I have heard, that 'tis not long agon,</L>
<L>Since <HI>Chaos</HI> &s;triv'd for Re&s;urrection;</L>
<L>When <HI>Babel</HI> lik'd to have been built again,</L>
<L>Not by dull Bricklayers, but Men of Brain.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Lawyers left their <HI>Littletons,</HI> to Found</L>
<L>Committee Sy&s;tems on Rebellion's ground:</L>
<L>The Clergy-men de&s;cry'd new Sects of Gods,</L>
<L>Which made the Desks and Pulpits fall at odds;</L>
<L>But they 're now Friends, thanks to a Calmer Fate,</L>
<L>Propitious to an almo&s;t ruin'd State.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And now Phy&s;icians, (whom reports do &s;ay,</L>
<L>By Licence have Authority to &s;lay)</L>
<L>Do worry one another, and do &s;trive</L>
<L>To kill them&s;elves, and others keep alive:</L>
<L>Which is a madne&s;s, mad as mad may be;</L>
<L><HI>Saver</HI> of others is <HI>Felo de &s;e.</HI></L>
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<L>And though we do not claim to be a &s;hare</L>
<L>Of Doctor's Dignity, of Art we are;</L>
<L>And ju&s;tly may be call'd (without offence)</L>
<L>Appendix to their Practice, though not Pence.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Let them con&s;ult together how to goe,</L>
<L>When the Nice Artery of Little Toe</L>
<L>Is hurt, which (by Phy&s;icians) hath been &s;aid</L>
<L>To Gangrene, and prove mortal in the Head.</L>
<L>Apothecaries Trade is undergon,</L>
<L>For a &s;upport, not to be trampled on.</L>
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<LG>
<L>'Tis true, this latter age has far out-done</L>
<L>What former did, or rather but begun.</L>
<L>Great <HI>Helmont</HI> is reviv'd, and who can be</L>
<L>More Volatile, and full of Salt than he.</L>
<L>He's try'd by Fire; and thence it &s;eems to &s;ome,</L>
<L><HI>Gallen</HI>'s but Phy&s;ick's <HI>Caput Mortuum.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>What if Gallenick Doctor (Eying Pelf)</L>
<L>Doth &s;end for Simples, &s;imple as him&s;elf;</L>
<L>And order Antique Compounds, which Innure</L>
<L>To Di&s;&s;olution, rather than to Cure.</L>
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<L>What if their Bills upon our Files do meet,</L>
<L>Till theirs and ours make Patients Winding-&s;heet:</L>
<L>We're not in Fault, we rather are excus'd,</L>
<L>Good Druggs by us are &s;old, by them abus'd.</L>
<L>We in the Common Fate of Trade do &s;tand;</L>
<L>Buying and Selling doth &s;upport the Land.</L>
<L>We but Prepare, Great Doctor doth Advi&s;e,</L>
<L>He puts the Stuff in that puts out the Eyes.</L>
<L>We hear not <HI>Paracel&s;ian</HI> di&s;agree,</L>
<L>Though we &s;hould know his Art as well as he.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Perhaps &s;ome Mandat-Doctors poor are grown,</L>
<L>And now would Marr our Trade, to mend their own.</L>
<L>What would the Innes of Court &s;ay, if they &s;ee,</L>
<L>One per&s;on Coun&s;el, Clerk, Atturney be.</L>
<L>Like the <HI>Wel&s;h</HI> Pari&s;h, without more ado,</L>
<L>Had one man Curate, Clark, and Sexton too.</L>
<L>I thought the Club-Divines had been forgot,</L>
<L>Let Club-Phy&s;icians have <HI>Smectymnuan</HI>'s lot.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But oh intollerable! Doctor cryes,</L>
<L>He &s;ees too much, pray put out both his eyes;</L>
<L>He practi&s;e Phy&s;ick, <HI>&s;ans</HI> Phy&s;icians Aide,</L>
<L>Learned <HI>PROFESSION</HI> is outfac'd by Trade:</L>
<L>He's grown a Chymi&s;t too, and &s;o de&s;pi&s;e</L>
<L>Our Great <HI>Diana</HI> whence our Profit ri&s;e.</L>
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<L>To this we An&s;wer, Good Sir Methodi&s;t,</L>
<L>This is no Eye-&s;ore to the <HI>Spagarist;</HI></L>
<L>Nor to tho&s;e Sons of Art, who&s;e Care and Pains</L>
<L>Regard the Publick, not their Private gains:</L>
<L>Who in the greate&s;t: &s;earch of Nature's Deep,</L>
<L>Revive My&s;terious Truths, long layn a&s;leep.</L>
<L>We know that Pyrotechny bears a part,</L>
<L>As well in our Trade, as in your Art.</L>
<L>'Tis that which <HI>ALL</HI> of us are taught to do;</L>
<L>Let half the Doctors in the Town &s;ay &s;o.</L>
<L>Nay let them &s;ay, after their Bills &s;earch'd be,</L>
<L>If half th' Ingredients they did ever &s;ee:</L>
<L>So that if' Pothecaries mu&s;t go down,</L>
<L>You'le bani&s;h half the Doctors from the Town.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And now to An&s;wer for the Practick part,</L>
<L>Laid to our charge, and &s;o much griev'd your heart;</L>
<L>Though it perhaps might well be Ju&s;tify'd,</L>
<L>By changing Trades with you, yet 'tis deny'd;</L>
<L>Unle&s;s we mu&s;t not do what things are Common</L>
<L>With every Keeper, Nur&s;e, or Good Old Woman,</L>
<L>Without the help of Doctor, who&s;e Advice</L>
<L>Is (as him&s;elf e&s;teems it) of &s;uch Price,</L>
<L>That &s;uch Di&s;tempers as by Us are Cur'd,</L>
<L>Are ea&s;ier borne, than Doctors Fees indur'd.</L>
<L>Be&s;ides our great Complainers are too high,</L>
<L>Or &s;hould be, then to &s;toop and catch a Fly.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But it's believ'd the noy &s;e that's &s;ent about</L>
<L>T' amu&s;e the people, and affright the rout,</L>
<L>Is like fierce <HI>Corbet</HI>'s Plea for Toleration,</L>
<L>To only &s;uch as are of his Per&s;wa&s;ion;</L>
<L>Yet cannot <HI>Corbet</HI> &s;hew how many more,</L>
<L>Are only of his mind, no, not a &s;core.</L>
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<L>Let the&s;e Great <HI>Dons</HI> that thus their Names have rais'd</L>
<L>By others Ruines, and would fain be prais'd,</L>
<L>That into Natures Crevi&s;es have div' d,</L>
<L>And unto great Attainments have arriv'd,</L>
<L>Let them but meet, and parly, and then &s;ee,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, if but any Ten of them agree;</L>
<L>Let tho&s;e Ten Doctors, Ten (no Doctors) try,</L>
<L>Which are the mo&s;t expert in Pharmacy.</L>
<L>Then let them &s;earch how many can prepare,</L>
<L>Their proper Medicines without our Care;</L>
<L>Degrade the re&s;t, and make but them to run,</L>
<L>And for their Companies we'le be undone.</L>
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<BYLINE>By <HI>T. C.</HI> Philo-Pharmacopeiae.</BYLINE>
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