That which I have to say more in this business, is a hearty and desirous wish, that the several poor Tradesmen here in _London_ that I know, and have borne an occular testimony of their want, might live so free from care as I did when I dwelt in the bonds of a four years Servitude in _Mary-Land_. _Be just (Domestick Monarchs) unto them_ _That dwell as Household Subjects to each Realm;_ _Let not your Power make you be too severe,_ _Where there’s small faults reign in your sharp Career:_ _So that the Worlds base yelping Crew_ _May’nt bark what I have wrote is writ untrue,_ _So use your Servants, if there come no more,_ _They may serve Eight, instead of serving Four._ {64} CHAP. IV. _Upon Trafique, and what Merchandizing Commodities this Province affords, also how Tobacco is planted and made fit for Commerce._ Trafique, Commerce, and Trade, are those great wheeles that by their circular and continued motion, turn into most Kingdoms of the Earth the plenty of abundant Riches that they are commonly fed withall: For Trafique in his right description, is the very soul of a Kingdom; and should but Fate ordain a removal of it for some years, from the richest and most populous Monarchy that dwells in the most fertile clyme of the whole Universe, he would soon find by a woful experiment, the miss and loss of so reviving a supporter. And I am certainly confident, that _England_ would as soon feel her feebleness by withdrawment of so great an upholder; as well in reference to the internal and healthful preservative of her Inhabitants, for want of those Medicinal Drugs that are landed upon her Coast every year, as the external profits, Glory and beneficial Graces that accrue by her. _Paracelsus_ might knock down his Forge, if Trafique and Commerce should once cease, and grynde the hilt of his Sword into Powder, and take some of the Infusion to make him so valorous, that he might cut his {65} own Throat in the honor of _Mercury_: _Galen_ might then burn his Herbal, and like _Joseph of Arimathea_, build him a Tomb in his Garden, and so rest from his labours: Our Physical Collegians of _London_ would have no cause then to thunder Fire-balls at _Nich. Culpeppers_ Dispensatory (see note No. 38). All Herbs, Roots, and Medicines would bear their original christening, that the ignorant might understand them: _Album grecum_ would not be _Album grecum_ (see note No. 39) then, but a Dogs turd would be a Dogs turd in plain terms, in spight of their teeth.