On Noah Big's Vanity of the Craft of Physick

In Noah Bigs ark truth shall nere be sav'd,
Since for one truth preserv'd he twenty wav'd.
While you would physick purge, and purges too;
We need a purge of hellebore for you:
Like th' mad man living in a Seaport Town,
Thought all the ships came in the hav'n his own.
No ship but his at truths port hath arriv'd,
In waves of error drown'd, none else surviv'd.
Yet while he's gleaning up Van Helmonts scraps,
And the Dutch hogs head long since broch'd new taps,
Had he apprentise to an Alewife been,
By yest fermenting ale he more had seen.
The humors to ferment had better shown,
Then what Van's stronger phancy brews or's own.
Yet 'tis no matter though all Sciolists be,
Knowledge in Physiques occult quality.
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