Tell us no more of _Weapon-Salve_, But rather Doome us to a _Grave_: For sure our wounds will _Ulcerate_, Unlesse they're _wash'd_ with _Chocolate_.
The _Thriving Saint_, who will not come Within a _Sack-Shop_'s Bowzing-Roome (His _Spirit_ to _Exhilerate_) Drinkes _Bowles_ (at home) of _Chocolate_.
His _Spouse_ when she (_Brimfull_ of _Sense_) Doth want _her due Benevolence_, And _Babes_ of _Grace_ would _Propagate_, Is alwayes Sipping _Chocolate_.
The _Roaring-Crew_ of _Gallant-Ones_ Whose _Marrow_ Rotts within their _Bones_: Their _Bodyes_ quickly _Regulate_, If once but _Sous'd_ in _Chocolate_.
Young _Heires_ that have more _Land_ then Wit, When once they doe but _Tast_ of it, Will rather spend their whole _Estate_, Then _weaned_ be from _Chocolate_.
The _Nut-Browne-Lasses_ of the Land Whom _Nature_ vayl'd in _Face_ and _Hand_, Are quickly _Beauties_ of _High-Rate_, By one small _Draught_ of _Chocolate_.
Besides, it saves the _Moneys_ lost Each day in _Patches_, which did cost Them deare, untill of Late They found this _Heavenly Chocolate_.
Nor need the _Women_ longer _grieve_ Who _spend_ their _Oyle_, yet not _conceive_, For 'tis a _Helpe-Immediate_, If such but _Lick_ of _Chocolate_.
_Consumptions_ too (be well assur'd) Are no lesse _soone_ then _soundly_ cur'd: (Excepting such as doe Relate Unto the _Purse_) by _Chocolate_.
Nay more: It's _vertue_ is so much, That if a _Lady_ get a _Touch_, Her griefe it will _Extenuate_, If she but _smell_ of _Chocolate_.
The _Feeble-Man_, whom _Nature_ Tyes To doe his Mistresse's _Drudgeries_; O how it will _his minde Elate_, If _shee_ allow him _Chocolate_!
'Twill make Old women _Young_ and _Fresh_; Create _New-Motions_ of the _Flesh_, And cause them _long for you know what_, If they but _Tast_ of _Chocolate_.
There's ne're a _Common Counsell-Man_, Whose _Life_ would Reach unto a _Span_, Should he not _Well-Affect_ the _State_, And _First_ and _Last_ Drinke _Chocolate_.
Nor e're a _Citizen_'s Chast wife, That ever shall prolong her _Life_, (Whilst _open_ stands _Her Posterne-Gate_) Unlesse she _drinke_ of _Chocolate_.
Nor dost the _Levite_ any Harme, It keepeth his _Devotion_ warme, And eke the _Hayre_ upon his _Pate_, So long as he drinkes _Chocolate_.