OLFACTUS

This is the time & this the place appointed, Where Visiu promised to confer with me, I think he's there—No, no, 'tis Tactus sure. How now? What makes you fit so nicely? He's mad I think he talks so Idly, so ho, Tactus. I must go nearer him he does not hear. Tactus, Tactus. Why art thou hatching eggs th'art feared to break them Whats this under thee? Why man what ails thee? Would, would, would, would, why this is excellent, Momus himself can find no fault with thee Thou'st make a passing live Anatom . And decide the Question much disputed: Betwixt the Galenists and Aristotle. to a perfect urinal, Oh monstrous monstrous, art not mad to think so? See the strange working of dull melancholy. Whose drossy drying the feeble Brain, Corrupts the sense, deludes the Intellect. And in the souls fair table falsely graves, Whole squadrons of fantastical Chimeras And thousand vain imaginations: Making some think their heads as big as ho ses, Some that th'ar dead, some that th'ar turned to Wolves: As now it makes him think himself all glass, Tactus dissuade thy self, thou dost but think so. Wilt thou fit thus all day? Bedlam must help thee, what wouldst have me do! Would, would, would, thou'lt be laughed out of case & countenance. I had best leave troubling him he's obstinate, (Urinal I leave you) but above all things take heed Jupiter sees you not, for if he do heel never make water in a sive: again thoult serve his turn so fit to carry his water unto Aesculapius, Fare well Urinal, Farewell. It is your only sent in request Sir. It is the great and puissant God of Tobacco. This is the mighty Emperor Toba continued, King of Tri nidado, that in being conquered, conquered all Europe, in ma king them pay tribute for their smoke. Expeller of Catarhes, banisher of all agues, your guts only salve for the green wounds of a non plus. Son to the God Vulcan, and Tellus, kin to the fa there of Mirth, called Bacchiu? Genius of all Swaggerers, professed enemy to Physiti ons, sweet ointment for sour teeth, firm knot of good fell lowship, Adamant of Company, switt wind, to spread the wings of Time, hated of none, but those that know him not, and of so great deserts, that who so is acquainted with him, can hardly forsake him. lust in the midst of Cephalons round face As 'twere a fron is-spice unto the hill, Olfactus lodging built in figure long, Doubly disparted with two precious vaults, The roots whereof most richly are enclosed, With Orient Pearls, and sparkling Diamonds: Beset at the end with Emeralds and Turchois, And Rubies read, and flaming Crisolits, At upper end whereof in costly manner, I lay my head between two spungeous pillows, Like fair Adonis betwixt the paps of Venus, Where I conducting in and out the wind, Daily examine all the air inspired. By my pure searching, if it be pure, And fit to serve the lungs with lively breath: Hence do I likewise minister perfume Unto the neighbour brain, perfumes of force To cleanse your head, and make your fanta j To refine wit, and sharp invention And strengthen memory, from whence it came, That old devotion, ncence did ordain To make men spirits more apt for things divine, Beside a thousand more commodities, In leiw whereof your Lordship's I request, Give me the crown if I deserve it best. O my nose, my nose, my nose, Let him first lose my nose? Foh, foh, beat out this Dog hear, foh, was it you Appetitus? How fast his deeds are fixed and how melancholy he looks. Tactus, Tactus. So I be eeue for thar't very foolish. Fie, shut your Snuffers doser for shame, it's the worst smell that can be.