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Doctors lay by your Irksome Books And all ye Petty-Fogging Rookes Leave Quacking; and Enucleate The vertues of our Chocolate.

Let th’ Universall Medicine (Made up of Dead-mens Bones and Skin,) Be henceforth Illegitimate, And yeild to Soveraigne-Chocolate.

Let Bawdy-Baths be us’d no more; Nor Smoaky-Stoves but by the whore Of Babilon: since Happy-Fate Hath Blessed us with Chocolate.

Let old Punctæus Greaze his shooes With his Mock-Balsome: and Abuse No more the World: But Meditate The Excellence of Chocolate.

Let Doctor Trigg (who so Excells) No longer Trudge to Westwood-Wells: For though that water Expurgate, ’Tis but the Dreggs of Chocolate.

Let all the Paracelsian Crew Who can Extract Christian from Jew; Or out of Monarchy, A State, Breake àll their Stills for Chocolate.

Tell us no more of Weapon-Salve, But rather Doome us to a Grave: For sure our wounds will Ulcerate, Unlesse they’re wash’d with Chocolate.

The Thriving Saint, who will not come Within a Sack-Shop’s Bowzing-Roome (His Spirit to Exhilerate) Drinkes Bowles (at home) of Chocolate.

His Spouse when she (Brimfull of Sense) Doth want her due Benevolence, And Babes of Grace would Propagate, Is alwayes Sipping Chocolate.

The Roaring-Crew of Gallant-Ones Whose Marrow Rotts within their Bones: Their Bodyes quickly Regulate, If once but Sous’d in Chocolate.

Young Heires that have more Land then Wit, When once they doe but Tast of it, Will rather spend their whole Estate, Then weaned be from Chocolate.

The Nut-Browne-Lasses of the Land Whom Nature vayl’d in Face and Hand, Are quickly Beauties of High-Rate, By one small Draught of Chocolate.

Besides, it saves the Moneys lost Each day in Patches, which did cost Them deare, untill of Late They found this Heavenly Chocolate.

Nor need the Women longer grieve Who spend their Oyle, yet not conceive, For ’tis a Helpe-Immediate, If such but Lick of Chocolate.

Consumptions too (be well assur’d) Are no lesse soone then soundly cur’d: (Excepting such as doe Relate Unto the Purse) by Chocolate.

Nay more: It’s vertue is so much, That if a Lady get a Touch, Her griefe it will Extenuate, If she but smell of Chocolate.

The Feeble-Man, whom Nature Tyes To doe his Mistresse’s Drudgeries; O how it will his minde Elate, If shee allow him Chocolate!

’Twill make Old women Young and Fresh; Create New-Motions of the Flesh, And cause them long for you know what, If they but Tast of Chocolate.

There’s ne’re a Common Counsell-Man, Whose Life would Reach unto a Span, Should he not Well-Affect the State, And First and Last Drinke Chocolate.

Nor e’re a Citizen’s Chast wife, That ever shall prolong her Life, (Whilst open stands Her Posterne-Gate) Unlesse she drinke of Chocolate.

Nor dost the Levite any Harme, It keepeth his Devotion warme, And eke the Hayre upon his Pate, So long as he drinkes Chocolate.

Both High and Low, both Rich and Poore My Lord, my Lady, and his —— With all the Folkes at Billingsgate, Bow, Bow your Hamms to Chocolate.

Don Diego de Vadesforte.