Sum Practysis of Medecyne

Guk guk, gud day schir, gaip quhill ye get it,
Sic greting may gane weill gud laik in your hude.
Ye wald deir me, I trow, becaus I am dottit,
To ruffill me with a ryme na schir, be the rude.
Your saying I haif sene and on syd set it
As geir of all gaddering, glaikit, nocht gude,
Als your medicyne by mesour I haif meit met it,
The quhilk I stand ford ye nocht understude
Bot wrett on as ye culd to gar folk wene
For feir my longis wes flaft
Or I wes dottit or daft.
Gife I can ocht of the craft,
Heir be it sene.

Becaus I ken your cunnyng into cure
Is clowtit and clampit and nocht weill cleird,
My prectik in pottingary ye trow be als pure
And lyk to your lawitnes. I schrew thame that leid.
Is nowdir fevir nor fell that our the feild fure,
Seiknes nor sairnes in tyme gif I seid,
Bot I can lib thame and leiche thame fra lame and lesure,
With sawis thame sound mak. On your saule beid
That ye be sicker of this sedull I send yow
With the suthfast seggis
That glean all egeis
With dia and dreggis
Of malis to mend yow.

Dia Culcakit
Cape cuk maid and crop the colleraige
Ane medecyne for the maw, and ye cowth mak it
With sweit satlingis and sowrokis, the sop of the sege,
The crud of my culome (with your teith crak it),
Lawrean and linget seid and the luffage,
The hair of the hurcheoun nocht half deill hakkit
With the snout of ane selch ane swelling to swage.
This cure is callit in our craft Dia Culcakkit.
Put all thir in ane pan with pepper and pik,
Syne sett in to this,
The count of ane cow kis.
Is nocht bettir iwis
For the collik.

Dia Longum
Recipe thre ruggis of the reid ruke,
The gant of ane gray meir, the claik of ane gus,
The dram of ane drekters, the douk of ane duke,
The gaw of ane grene dow, the leg of ane lous,
Fyve unce of ane fle wing, the fyn of ane fluke,
With ane sleiffull of slak that growis in the slus.
Myng all thir in ane mas with the mone cruke.
This untment is rycht ganand for your awin us
With reid nettill seid in strang wesche to steip
For to bath your ba cod
Quhen ye wald nop and nod.
Is nocht bettir, be God,
To latt yow to sleip.

Dia Glaconicon
This dia is rycht deir and denteit in daill
Caus it is trest and trew. Thairfoir that ye tak
Sevin sobbis of ane selche, the quhidder of ane quhaill,
The lug of ane lempet is nocht to forsaik,
The harnis of ane haddok hakkit or haill
With ane bustfull of blude of the scho bak
With ane brewing caldrun full of hait caill
For it wil be the softar and sweittar of the smak.
Thair is nocht sic ane lechecraft fra Laudian to Lundin.
It is clippit in our cannon
Dia Glecolicon
For till fle awaye fon
Quhair fulis ar fundin

Dia Custrum
The ferd feisik is fyne and of ane felloun pryce,
Gud for haising and hosting or heit at the hairt.
Recipe thre sponfull of the blak spyce
With ane grit gowpene of the gowk fart,
The lug of ane lyoun, the gufe of ane gryce,
Ane unce of ane oster poik at the nethir parte
Annoynt it with nurice doung, for it is rycht nyce,
Myng it with mysdirt and with mustart.
Ye may clamp to this cure, and ye will mak cost,
Bayth the bellox of ane brok
With thre crawis of the cok,
The schadow of ane Yule stok:
Is gud for the host.

Gud nycht, guk guk, for sa I began.
I haif no come at this tyme langer to tary,
Bot luk on this lettir and leird gif ye can,
The prectik and poyntis of this pottingary.
Schir, minister this medecyne at evin to sum man
And or pryme be past, my powder I pary,
Thay sall blis yow or ellis bittirly yow ban
For it sall fle thame, in faith, out of the fary.
Bot luk quhen ye gadder thir gressis and gers,
Outhir savrand or sour,
That it be in ane gude oure.
It is ane mirk mirrour,
Ane uthir manis ers.

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