Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 509 words
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And they will dive and swim when you bid them: Some butchers, and they worry sheep by night: Some cooks, and they do nothing but turn spits. Chrysippus holds, dogs are Logicians, In that by study and by canvasing, They can distinguish twixt three several things, As when he cometh where three broad ways meet, And of those three hath stayed at two of them, By which he guesseth that the game went not, Without more pause he runneth on the third, Which, as Chrysippus saith, insinuates, As if he reasoned thus within himself: Either he went this, that, or yonder way, But neither that, nor yonder, therefore this: But whether they Logicians be or no, Cinicks they are, for they will snarl and bite, Right courtiers to flatter and to fawn, Valiant to set upon the enemies, Most faithful and most constant to their friends; Nay they are wise, as Homer witnesseth, Who talking of Ulysses coming home, Saith all his household, but Argus his Dog, Had quite forgot him: ay, and his deep insight, Nor Pallas Art in altering of his shape, Nor his base weeds, nor absence twenty years, Could go beyond, or any way delude. That dogs Physicians are, thus I infer, They are ne'er sick, but they know their disease, And find out means to ease them of their grief, Special good Surgeons to cure dangerous wounds: For strucken with a stake into the flesh, This policy they use to get it out: They trail one of their feet upon the ground, And gnaw the flesh about where the wound is, Till it be clean drawn out: and then, because Ulcers and sores kept foul, are hardly cured, They lick and purify it with their tongue, And well observe Hipocrates old rule, The only medicine for the foot, is rest: For if they have the least hurt in their feet, They bear them up, and look they be not stirred: When humours rise, they eat a sovereign herb, Whereby what cloys their stomachs, they cast up, And as some writers of experience tell, They were the first invented vomiting. Sham'st thou not, Autumn, unadvisedly To slander such rare creatures as they be? We called thee not, Orion, to this end, To tell a story of dogs qualities. With all thy hunting how are we enrich? What tribute payest thou us for thy high place? What tribute should I pay you out of nought? Hunter's do hunt for pleasure, not for gain. While dogdays last, the harvest safely thrives: The sun burns hot, to finish up fruits growth: There is no blood-letting to make men weak: Physicians with their Cataposia, r. tittle Elinctoria Masticatorum and Cataplasmata: Their Gargarisms, clysters, and pitched clothes, Their perfumes, syrups, and their triacles, Refrain to poison the sick patients, And dare not minister till I be out. Then none will bathe, and so are fewer drowned: All lust is perilsome, therefore less used. In brief, the year without me cannot stand: Summer, I am thy staff, and thy right hand.
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And they will diue and swimme when you bid them: Some butchers, and they worrie sheep by night: Some cookes, and they do nothing but turne spits. Chrisippus holds, dogs are Logicians, In that by studie and by canuasing, They can distinguish twixt three seuerall things, As when he commeth where three broad waies meet, And of those three hath staid at two of them, By which he gesseth that the game went not, Without more pause he runneth on the third, Which, as Chrisippus saith, infinuates, As if he reason'd thus within himselfe: Eyther he went this, that, or yonder way, But neyther that, nor yonder, therefore this: But whether they Logicians be or no, Cinicks they are, for they will snarle and bite, Right courtiers to flatter and to fawne, Valiant to set vpon the enemies, Most faithfull and most constant to their friends; Nay they are wise, as Homer witnesseth, Who talking of Vlisses comming home, Saith all his houshold, but Argus his Dogge, Had quite forgot him: I, and his deepe insight, Nor Pallas Art in altering of his shape, Nor his base weeds, nor absence twenty yeares, Could go beyond, or any way delude. That Dogges Phisicians are, thus I inferre, They are ne're sicke, but they know their disease, And finde out meanes to ease them of their griefe, Speciall good Surgions to cure dangerous wounds: For strucken with a stake into the flesh, This policie they vse to get it out: They traile one of their feet vpon the ground, And gnaw the flesh about where the wound is, Till it be cleane drawne out: and then, because Vlcers and sores kept fowle, are hardly cur'de, They licke and purifie it with their tongue, And well obserue Hipocrates old rule, The onely medicine for the foote, is rest: For if they haue the least hurt in their feet, They beare them vp, and looke they be not stird: When humours rise, they eate a soueraigne herbe, Whereby what cloyes their stomacks, they cast vp, And as some writers of experience tell, They were the first inuented vomitting. Sham'st thou not, Autumne, vnaduisedly To slander such rare creatures as they be? We cal'd thee not, Orion, to this end, To tell a storie of dogs qualities. With all thy hunting how are we inriche? What tribute payest thou vs for thy high place? What tribute should I pay you out of nought? Hunters doe hunt for pleasure, not for gaine. While Dog-dayes last, the haruest safely thriues: The sunne burnes hot, to finish vp fruits grouth: There is no bloud-letting to make men weake: Physicians with their Cataposia, r. tittle Elinctoria Masticatorum and Cataplasmata: Their Gargarismes, Clisters, and pitcht clothes, Their perfumes, sirrups, and their triacles, Refraine to poyson the sicke patients, And dare not minister till I be out. Then none will bathe, and so are fewer drownd: All lust is perilsome, therefore lesse vs'de. In briefe, the yeare without me cannot stand: Summer, I am thy staffe, and thy right hand.