By his plausible manners and good address, he soon gathered round him a large _clientèle_ of servants, etc., for he told fortunes as well as cured diseases. These told their mistresses, and they too came to consult the wise man. Even the Court ladies came _incognito_ to see him, and _la belle_ Jennings, sister to the famous Sarah, first Duchess of Marlborough, went, with the beautiful Miss Price, to have their fortunes told, disguised as orange-wenches, and in all probability their visit would never have been heard of, had they not met with a disagreeable adventure with a somewhat dissolute gentleman named Brounker, who was gentleman of the chamber to the Duke of York, and brother to Viscount Brounker, President of the Royal Society. John Cotgrave[87] thus describes the quack of his time: ‘My name is Pulse-feel, a poor Doctor of Physick, That does wear three pile Velvet in his Hat, Has paid a quarter’s Rent of his house before-hand, And (simple as he stands here) was made Doctor beyond sea. I vow, as I am Right worshipful, the taking Of my Degree cost me twelve French Crowns, and Thirty-five pounds of Butter in upper _Germany_. I can make your beauty and preserve it, Rectifie your body and maintaine it, Clarifie your blood, surfle[88] your cheeks, perfume Your skin, tinct your hair, enliven your eye, Heighten your Appetite; and, as for Jellies, Dentifrizes, Dyets, Minerals, Fucusses,[89] Pomatums, Fumes, Italia Masks to sleep in, Either to moisten or dry the superficies, _Paugh_, _Galen_ Was a Goose, and _Paracelsus_ a patch To Doctor _Pulse-feel_.’ Then there was that arch quack and empiric, Sir Kenelm Digby, with his ‘sympathetic powder,’ etc., and Dr. Saffold, originally a weaver, who distributed his handbills broadcast, advertising his ability to cure every disease under the sun. Also in this century is a poem called ‘The Dispensary,’[90] by Sir Samuel Garth, who lived in Queen Anne’s time, which gives the following account of a quack and his surroundings: