340 THE ENGLISH PHYSICIAN ENLARGED. 



Antipathy between the planets, is between Mars and 

 Venus ; one is hot, the other cold; one diurnal, the other 

 norturnal; one dry, the other moist: their houses are 

 opposite, one masculine, the other feminine; one public^ 

 the other private ; one is valiant, the other effeminate; 

 one loves the light^ the other hates it ; then the throat is 

 under Venus, the quinsy lies in the throat, and is an 

 inflammation there : Venus rules the (hroat fit being under 

 Taurus her sign.) Mars eradicates all diseases in the 

 throat by his herb, (of ivhich Wormwood is one) and 

 sends to Egypt on an errand never to return more, thw 

 done by antipathy. The eyes are under the Luminaries ; 

 the right eye of a man, and the left of a woman, the Sua 

 claims dominion over ; the left eye of a man and the right 

 eye of a woman, are privileges of the moon ; Wormwood, 

 an herb of Mars, cures both ; what belongs to the Sun by 

 sympathy, because he is exalted in bis house ; but what 

 belongs to the Moon by antipathy, because he hath his 

 fall in her's. Suppose a man be bitten or stung by -a 

 martial creature, imagine a wasp, a hornet, a scorpion^ 

 Wormwood, an herb of Mars, giveth you a present cure ; 

 then Mars, choleric as he is, hath learned that patience, 

 to pass by your evil speeches of him, and tells you by my 

 pen, that he gives you no afflidtion, but he gives you a 

 cure ; you need not run to Apollo, nor iEsculapius; and 

 if he was so choleric as you make him to be, he would 

 have drawn his sword for anger, to see the ill conditions 

 cf those people that can spy his vices, and not his virtues. 

 The eternal G od, when he made Mars, made him for public 

 good, and the sons of men shall know it in the lattei^ end 

 of the world. E coelum Mars solus habet. You say 

 Mars is a destroyer ; mix a little Wormwood, an herb of 

 Mars, with your ink, neither rats nor mice touch the 

 paper written with it, and then Mars is a preserver. 

 Astrologers think Mars causeth scabs and itch, and the 

 Virgins are angry with him, because wanton Venus told 

 them he deforms their skins ; but, quoth Mars, my only 

 desire is, they should know themselves ; my herb. Worm- 

 wood, will restore them to the beauty they formerly hadj 

 and in that i will not come an inch behind my opposite'^ 

 Venus ; for which doth the greatest evil; he that takes 



