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That thy Diviner help, decayed Nature would 



restore. 



For well they know an Influence, 

 Flows from thy vertue, their defence 

 Is justly due unto thy care, 

 When lingering Age, or Sickness brings them to 



dispair : 

 But how can Mortals tell, or which way can 



descry, 

 Those Soveraign Balsams in what Cells they lie. 



For to refund, 

 And by a God-like power, 

 Mans vain Immaginations so confound, 

 Past all his search for to discover; 

 Anatomists there are who undertake, 

 To search out Nature and all causes make, 

 From occult qualities and well they may, 

 Like Owls be blind in an uncertain way, 

 Should they dissect thee in great Neptuns 



publick Hall, 

 And read a Lecture to the Fishes all. 



As on a Malefactor, 



Ten Thousand Crabed N aines they'd soon dispose, 

 Yet never can thy Cabbinet disclose, 

 With Glory to succeeding Ages after, 

 Where thy most precious Essence is prepared, 

 Nor in what certain Repository stored: 



But 



