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<HEAD>A LETTER <HI>From</HI> PARIS, FROM Sir George Wakeman, To his Friend Sir <HI>W. S.</HI> in <HI>London.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Dear SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>I Cannot but wonder at your Confidence, in &s;taying in <HI>England</HI> among the Nati|onal <HI>Betlem</HI> of Re&s;olute <HI>Hereticks;</HI> for I think the people are all Mad, and re|&s;olve to que&s;tion the integrity of the Saints, &s;ince they have Impeached the Ju&s;tice: I hear with great trouble, that you have got your <HI>Quietus e&s;t,</HI> and have left the Wool|pack, and thrown from your Shoulders that great Grievance of the Nation, Ju&s;tice: You are no longer mounted like <HI>Radaman|thus</HI> on the Bench, weighing the very e&s;&s;ence of all Cau&s;es to a Mite, in the Golden Bal|lances of Judgement. I &s;hould have taken you for <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> her &s;elf, but they &s;ay She is Blind, and I am &s;ure you can &s;ee (as the old homely Proverb has it) <HI>which &s;ide your Bread is Butter'd on.</HI> Let ever one &s;peak as they find, I am &s;ure you dealt Ju&s;tly by me, for I prote&s;t I am as Innocent as the Child that is unborn, and have been acquitted by the Law, and therefore if I plea&s;ed might return to <HI>England,</HI> but I have &s;everal Rea&s;ons, be&s;t known to my &s;elf, for my &s;taying on this &s;ide the Water: but <HI>Mor blew,</HI> 'tis not to Plot, I leave that to the <HI>Je&s;uits,</HI> who are a &s;ort of people, I have nothing to do with: I cannot but remember your former Kind|ne&s;s, and having no other means, as the <HI>French</HI> Proverb has it, <HI>Je vous paye en Monnoye de Cordelier,</HI> I will pay you with Thanks and Prayers; And I hope to &s;ee you again Triumphant with the Pur&s;e in your Hand: But in the mean time, I In|vite you to <HI>Paris,</HI> I think it would be a great deal of Prudence to &s;hun the Storm that is like to blow from <HI>Oxford,</HI> about the 21th. of <HI>March</HI> next, as I find predicted by &s;eve|ral Judicious <HI>A&s;trologers:</HI> Here you will be out of Harms way, and who knows but you may become at <HI>Paris</HI> as famous for Law and Ju&s;tice, as I am grown for Phi&s;ick, I am in great practice, and live like my &s;elf: I have lately purchas'd the Receipts of Ma|dam&mdash;of her Heirs, at the value of 300 Pi&s;tols, in which I have found out the Quinte&s;&s;ence of Poy&s;ons, a Secret I much &s;tudied all my Life. I have al&s;o here met with a <HI>Jew,</HI> and a Di&s;gui&s;ed <HI>Banian,</HI> who came lately out of the Great <HI>Moguls</HI> Ter|ritories, both which, have furni&s;hed me with mo&s;t choice Druggs, not to be had in <HI>Spain</HI> or <HI>Italy.</HI> I will &s;hortly &s;end you a pair of perfum'd Gloves, to pre&s;ent your Ene|mies with, never fear the Operation, the Effluvia &s;hall bla&s;t like the Pe&s;tilence, and at &s;everal Leagues di&s;tance. Every man ac|cording to his Calling, for <HI>Medicina e&s;t &s;cientia In&s;alubrium,</HI> as well as <HI>Salubrium,</HI> and is <HI>Adjectio</HI> and <HI>Sub&s;tractio,</HI> to Kill <HI>Se|cundum Artem</HI> requires as much Skill, as to cure, and we are mo&s;t u&s;eful either way among Mortals. By <HI>Ae&s;culapius</HI> the Bearded Son of <HI>Apollo,</HI> I cannot refrain Excur&s;ions in my own Element, but I hope you will pardon me, and for that I mu&s;t enquire after the &s;tate of your Body. It is my Opinion, that this Air will be much more agreeable to your Con&s;titution, than that of <HI>London.</HI> The Spring is now coming on, and the latter end of <HI>March,</HI> or the beginning of <HI>April,</HI> will be a mo&s;t Sea|&s;onable time to move your Body, but I be&s;eech you, not to take any <HI>Parlimentary</HI> Pills, they have too much <HI>Colecinthida</HI> in
<PB REF="2" MS="y">them, and will work too violently; you have but a tender Body, none knows &s;o well your con&s;titution as my &s;elf; I wi&s;h I could In&s;pect your Water, if it be bloody it is an ill &s;ign. I think the <HI>Spa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> or the Waters of <HI>Burbone,</HI> would be proper for you. I defire you will be plea&s;ed to re|member me to my old Friend, with whom &s;ometimes we u&s;ed to Du&s;t it; but e|&s;pecially to old Father <HI>J. S.</HI> you know he is a clo&s;e man, and fir&s;t brought us together, I wonder where he hides the&s;e dangerous times, bid him beware of the 300, and then let the 8000 go whi&s;tle; you are acquainted with my <HI>Cyphers:</HI> pray let me have a Letter from you as &s;oon as you can, either by the ordinary <HI>Po&s;t,</HI> or by <HI>Mon&s;ieur Pritchant,</HI> whom I &s;hortly expect, and who has orders to wait on you before he comes away. I am</P>
<CLOSER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE>
<SIGNED>Your highly oblieged Friend, and mo&s;t Humble Servant, <HI>G. W.</HI></SIGNED>
<DATELINE><HI>Paris,</HI> <DATE>Feb. 25. <HI>New Stile.</HI></DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>JU&s;t as I had concluded, in comes Mon&s;ieur</HI> Pompone, <HI>my good Friend, who tells me, That though you &s;it not on the Bench, you &s;till &s;tand in the Cabi|net; and though you plead not at the Bar, you give</HI> Chamber-Council; <HI>I am glad of it with all my heart; but that wi&s;e Man bid me tell you, that you &s;hould La&s;h the Wheels of your Chariot, they are too much Oyl'd, and run like</HI> Jehu's, <HI>and that you u&s;e the Whip of</HI> Zeal, <HI>till you have <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">aded your Hor&s;es</HI> Rea&s;on <HI>and</HI> Judgement, <HI>who have drawn up hill &s;o hard, that they are become blind: He bids me al&s;o put you in mind of an</HI> Italian <HI>&s;aying,</HI> Piu to&s;to tardi, che in fretta: <HI>Take Breath, be rather late, than do your bu&s;ine&s;s in ha&s;t: I advi&s;e you therefore, to get an hold-fa&s;t, that you loo&s;e not Ground, &s;uch as Wains have when they draw up a &s;teep hill, that keeps them from running backward, when they are at a &s;tand, and the</HI> Hor&s;es <HI>take Breath. The King of</HI> France <HI>his Bitt|maker, has promi&s;ed me an exact pattern of a</HI> Parlimentary <HI>Snaffle and Cava|&s;on, which I will &s;end over to you, for I under&s;tand that the</HI> French <HI>Gag which the Earl of</HI> D. <HI>had got, is broke: This is an Excellent device, I a&s;&s;ure you, for the</HI> French <HI>King has more than one</HI> Parliament <HI>in his Kingdom, and by this means he has made them as gentle as A&s;&s;es, and without either wincing or bray|ing, carry his Edicts thorow all his large Territories. He makes no Reque&s;ts,</HI> Sic volo &s;ic Jubeo, <HI>is all the Language he u&s;es; I am much in Love with his Government, and may &s;hortly &s;end you &s;ome of his policies. Be careful of your health this Spring, and have a care of changing the Air, unle&s;s in</HI> France; <HI>Farewel.</HI></P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. W.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>T. B.</HI> in the Year, 1681.</P>
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