Thus, gentlemen, you see my bill, by which you may guess whether I don’t infinitely surpass those empty pretending quacks of your world, who confine their narrow talent to one distemper, which they cure but by one remedy; whereas all diseases are alike to me, and I have a hundred several ways to extirpate them. I shall now trespass so far upon your patience, as to present you with the catalogue of my cures, which being somewhat singular, and out of the way, I have the vanity to believe will not be unwelcome to you---- _A true and faithful Catalogue of some remarkable Cures perform’d in the other_ World, _by the famous Signior_ GIUSIPPE HANESIO, _High-German_ Doctor _and_ Astrologer. By PLUTO’s Authority. _Hic est quam legis, ille quam requiris,_ _Totis notus in inferis_ JOSEPHUS. Because I am so much a person of honour and integrity, that even in this lower world I would not forfeit my reputation, I desire my incredulous adversaries (of which number, being a stranger to this place, I presume I have but too many) to get if they can to the upper regions, and satisfy themselves of the truth of my admirable performances. To begin then with those of quality. Pope _Innocent_ the eleventh was so strangely over run with a complication of _Jansenism_, _Quietism_, and _Lutheranism_, that not only his nephew, Don _Livio Odeschalchi_, but the whole sacred consistory despaired of his recovery; I so mundify’d his intellectuals with my catholick essence of _Hellebore_, that he continued _rectus in cerebro_ many years after; and if the _French_ ambassador, by making such a hubbub about his quarters, occasion’d old infallibility to relapse, _Loüis le Grand_ must answer for it, and not signior _Giusippe_. I cured the late _Sophy_ of _Persia_, _Shaw Solyman_ by name, of a _Febris Tumulenta_, so that he could digest the exactions and blood of a whole province, hold his hand as steady as _Harry Killegrew_ after a quart of surfeit water in a morning; and if he dy’d presently after, let his eunuchs and whores look to that, if one with their politicks, and the other with their tails, spoil’d the operation of my _Elixir magnum stomachicum_.