PANACEA: Or, The Grand RESTORATIVE. Richard Graves Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.004 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. IV. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 326-327. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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PANACEA : Or , The Grand RESTORATIVE . By the Same . WELCOME to Baiae's streams , ye sons of spleen , Who rove from spa to spa — to shift the scene . While round the steaming fount you idly throng , Come , learn a wholsome secret from my song . Ye fair , whose roses feel th' approaching frost , And drops supply the place of spirits lost : Ye 'squires , who rack'd with gouts , at heav'n repine , Condemn'd to water for excess in wine : Ye portly cits , so corpulent and full , Who eat and drink 'till appetite grows dull : For whets and bitters then unstring the purse , Whilst nature more opprest grows worse and worse : Dupes to the craft of pill-prescribing leaches : You nod or laugh at what the parson preaches : Hear then a rhyming quack , — who spurns your wealth , And gratis gives a sure receipt for health . No more thus vainly roam o'er sea and land , When lo ! a sovereign remedy at hand : 'Tis Temperance — stale cant ! — 'Tis Fasting then ; Heaven's antidote against the sins of men . Foul luxury's the cause of all your pain : To scour th' obstructed glands , abstain ! abstain ! Fast and take rest , ye candidates for sleep , Who from high food tormenting vigils keep : Fast and be fat — thou starveling in a gown : Ye bloated , fast — 'twill surely bring you down . Ye nymphs that pine o'er chocolate and rolls , Hence take fresh bloom , fresh vigour to your souls . Fast and fear not — you'll need no drop nor pill : Hunger may starve , excess is sure to kill .