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Thus Meteor-like, shee hung betweene;
(Was't not a wonder to be seene)
But th' burning-feaver of the rope,
Which puts all others out of hope,
Restores her to her to selfe; shee is
Alive by Antiperistasis.
But soft! Physitians doe not thinke,
I at your commendations winke.
'Tis you against the Fatall Vote
Gave this first heard of Antidote.
Had sage Hippocrates this seene,
His leading Theme had alter'd beene;
For such the wonder is, that you
Have made Art long, and Life so too.
Who will not rather henceforth cry
Pray let me be Anatomy?
What foole will feare an after-slaughter,
Since you have raised up this Daughter?
Clergy looke to it, for since shee
Was rob'd the benefit of thee,
Physitians straight did part the strife
And writte her in the booke of life.
In India say Authors good,
A tree doth beare cloath, drinke and foode.
A wonder sure! but is't not much
The Gallow-tree should bring forth such?
Startle not reader in beleife,
'Tis made not only Tree of life;
But by Phisitians Chymick paines
Unto her both Repute, and Gaines.
Soe that hereafter it will be
Thus to be hang'd, good huswifrie.
