wrack, but all things
must run to a total destruction.

Many men are free hereof, who are continually using their utmost
indeavours, and take their chiefest delight in the promotion of their
affairs, by day with their bodies, and at night with their sences, are
earnestly busie in contriving them it. Whose main aim is, to live
honestly, to get a good name, to shew good examples to their Children
and Servants, to leave somthing to their Widows, and never to be a
laughing-stock or derision to their enemies. And this manner of
diligence makes no labour irksom, no morning too early, nor no
evening too late for them.

But others, on the contrary, are so easie humoured, and so negligent
of their vocation, that they think its much below the respect of a
Man, to be seen whole daies in their houses with their Wives, and
about their affairs. Then in such cases, there must, by every one in
his calling, be found a multitude of lame excuses, before they can
blind the eys of a quick-sighted Woman, or pin it upon her so far,
that she perceives not he seeks his pleasure from her, in whom his
whole delight ought to be.

If it be _Doctor of Physick_, he forsooth hath no time to study,
because he must go to visit a Patient that hath a violent Ague, to see
what operation the Cordial hath done which he ordered him to take
yesternight; for if any thing else should come to it, he would
certainly be a dead man, &c.

And if you do but trace his paths and Patient, it is by his friend,
who yesternight was troubled with a vehement Cellar-Fever; and at the
very last, before he went to sleep, took in a swinging bowl of strong
liquor; which made his Pulse beat so Feaverish and disorderly the next
morning, that he was necessitated, at one draught, to whip off a lusty
glass of Wormwood-Wine, (an excellent remedy for the Ague;) and then
to walk an hour or two upon it, wherein the Doctor accompanying him,
it causes the better operation.

Here now you see the Doctor, and what Ague the Patient hath, what he
takes for't, what comes to it, and how dead a man he is. Truly the
Doctor hath made as neat a guess at it, as if he had studied long for
it. Hang the Books, when a man hath his Art so perfect in his Pate.

For this, the Doctor hath so much good again, when he hath a mind to
visit a Patient in Tuttle-street, or St. Jameses Square, this Patient
walks along with him for company. And when one hand washes the other
in this manner, O then they are both