"What a charming mixture!" "I will also add my remedy," said Furbisher.

"It is a powder compounded of crabs' eyes, burnt hartshorn, the black tops of crabs' claws, the bone from a stag's heart, unicorn's horn, and salt of vipers.

You must take one or two drams--not more--in a glass of hot posset-drink, when you go to bed, and swallow another draught of the same potion to wash it down." "I will carefully observe your directions," replied Blaize, thankfully receiving the powder.
"Of all things," said Bottesham, claiming the porter's attention by tapping him on the head with his cane, "take care never to be without vinegar.

It is the grand specific, not merely against the plague, but against all disorders.

It is food and physic, meat and medicine, drink and julep, cordial and antidote.