WEll over-taken, whether now so fast?

To see how that Book seels I Print­ed last.

What Book is that, good Sir, you late did sell?

The Maids Complaint, I hope you like it well.

But first, a little to tell thee of thy Errors Democritus, for I must give thee a gentle Lash or too for thy ambition since thy Planet-stricken brain caus'd thee so to abuse us, and that contrary to so many Authors who have in Large Volumes dis­covered the worth of this Liquor for cure of all Maladies.

I know 'its good for the Dropsie, and those that are not of a hot Constitution.

But thou say'st again, that it is made of Old Crusts, and shreds of Leather burnt and beaten to powder.

VVhy, to tell you truth, the scent to any reasonable man will seem no less then some such compound; Old Hewson being a likely blind Cobler to plot any thing against the English to be reveng'd for his Exilement.

But we can shew Patterns of the Berries to convince thee of thy Error. Then thou say'st we gain ten pence in the shilling; well we may, for if Mountebanks can take ten pound for what cost but two pence; and it may be Kill instead of Cure the Patients; who would grudge a penny a dish for their healths sake for that which is Infallible for all Maladies. Thou might'st better complain of the Long-Lane Jews, who take 6. d. a moneth [Page 5] for use in the pound, and a good pawn, which amounts to a­bove 30 l. per an. beside Bill money; and many times 6. d for an odd day if it lie above a moneth; nay, some of them 12 d. a moneth, which is 60. l. per annum besides the bill.

I have an old black Cloake can testifie that well enough, for some of those Moth-eating Cormorants have knaw'd as much Wool off from it in Chater-house-Lane, as is worth 25. s. when it cost but six and twenty at first, so that it will hardly yield five groats in a forreign Country, if sent for a Venter.

Now I would fain hear the rare Cures that have been per­formed by Coffee, as I may hereafter give a better account to the drinkers of that Liquor.

First, Benjamin Bad-cock drank Coffee in Layden, and his Wife Mis. Wood-a-mores daughter of that Town remained bar­ren four years, after which he left drinking Coffee, and in three quarters of a year she had a goodly chopping boy.

I confesse then it is better for barrenness, then a­gainst it.

Anthony Lamley of White-chappel being troubled with a Priapismus a long time, drank Coffee, after which he had no­thing ever seen to stand but his Ears.

This is also Probatum Est, I was not so good a Doctor before. But have you any more.

Yes, Helsen a Leather-weaver in Dalmacia was trou­bled with a Consumption four years, and fell to Coffee a long time, by which he was so cured, that his pocket was as bare as a Birds-arse.

I profess my Cloak is e'ne sick of the same disease, and I think as well cured it is also Probatum Est.

Another nam'd Richard Banco of Catolougo lay of a dead Paisie three years, and drinking Coffee, was so perfectly cu [...]'d, that the next day he was seen to go throrow the High­street upon 4. mens shoulders, to the admiration of his Neigh­bours who had not seen him some years before.

This is a strange cure, but I suppose he was some great Gyant, in regard he went upon four pair of Legs.

Another cal'd Calobra in Spantego, was troubled with a dimness of sight, and drinking Coffee, an hour after he [Page 6] broke his Fast with a Mess of Milk-Pottage, and the white of his Eyes drop't into the dish.

I should not wish mine there, though his Cure was Probatim Est.

Anne Marina of Rotterdam was troubled with a Corn on her upper Lip, the more it was cut, the bigger it grew, so that she at the last drank Coffee, and the Corn dropt into the Dish as she held it to her mouth, as clean as an Acron out of the Shell.

I should like this Cure best, if Coffee would bring the Corns so easily from my Toes.

In Spellantego, Johannes Delmonack drank Coffee for the Morbus Gallicus, and the bridge was so dry'd, that (as he lay a sleep at night with his mouth open) his Nose dropt in and choackt him.

This was a rare Cure, but for that trick Ile have mine sow'd on faster.

One Rose Bulborne being troubled with the blew Jaun­dies, and drinking Coffee, took her bed, turn'd black, and the Searchers coming the next day to view her, inserted her in the Clerks book, to be put in the Bill of Mortality the next week.

This was a strange cure, and I wonder the Dyers do not prove good customers to you, for there's but little good Black in England.

Theodore Flashbooth of Lime-house being stopt with flegm, drank Coffee till he was so dry'd up, that an unskilful Mountebank gave order to let him blood, instead of which is­sued forth dust and vapour, that he was smother'd to a per­fect cure. And is intended to write a book in praise of Coffee, which when publisht, will cause much admiration to the Reader.

I shall buy one of those books to increase my Libra­ry; but these are cures I never heard of before. I know Coffee is good for some things, but not for hot bodies.

For most diseases it is good, though not for Consti­tutions that are dry and hot.

What, have you no other Liquor but Coffee?

Yes, we have Bracket, China-Ale, and pure Cider.

But what sayst thou to Chocholate?

I like that well for Lads and Lasses, therefore I'le leave it to them to dispute of.

Well met honest Peg; whether away so fast.

I'am going to Old Bullocks to speak with his man Roger that I may hear what news he brings from the Coffee-House.

Fogh, Coffee-House, what, doth he drink that black, nasty, Hel-burnt Liquor. he'l ere long bring himself to nothing as our Man Tom has done already.

No, he drinks Chocolate, which is a rich drink indeed; 'twil make him as strong in the back as a Lion; he's as nimble as a Squirril, as brisk as a body-Lowse, and as lively as an Eel, only by the vertue of that Liquor; i'ts a brave pleasant Li­quor, for I have drank of it my self.

Prethee Peg tell me what manner of Liquor that is?

Marry such Liquor as would make your teeth water to tast it, for I'am sure it made me come too't so lustily, that I shall never forget it.

Thou makst me long for some of that, what is it made off?

Efaith Cis, its made of good new Milk (with which I serve a Coffee-house every day) which is well boyld with yolks of Eggs, store of Sugar, and a dainty sweet tasted thing called Chocolate.

Marry Peg that can't chuse but be good indeed.

I have found it so, to the cost of poor Roger, and some pain to my self, but sweet meat must have sowre fawce.

Prethee Peg tell me the whole story.

In truth Ile deal plainly with thee; our man Roger after dinner about this time twelve moneth perswaded me to go to a Coffee-house, where we drank store of this Chocolate, and in the afternoon go­ing towards High-berry-barn to milk the Kine, I met Roger, who was grown so lusty by the vertue of that Liquor, that he gave me a green gown, tumbled me on a bank, and after some amo­rous kisses, I could not deny any courtesie he desired: so that [Page 8] at last (like a mettlesome Lad) he stole away my Maiden-head, which to my sorrow proved a Timpany in my belly, & in three quarters of a year I fell in Mother Midnights hands, and was cured of the Tinpany, which had two Legs, and lies now at Ro­gers charge, ten shillings a moneth, besides Blankets, Linnen, and Cradle; but yet he is so kind, continuing at this Liquor that I have little cause to repent my bargain, in respect of his Love and Loyalty.

Say'st thou so Peg, Efaith Ile see what I can do to per­swade our Tom to leave Coffee, and drink Chocolate, that I may enjoy a little of the blessing other Maids have, though I sell one of my Fathers Cows to draw him too't.