Of a Phisition and a Soothsayer

MARCKE felt himselfe diseasde,
the Soothsayer sayd: There bée
Sixe yet remainder daies of life,
no mo (Friend Marcke) to thée
Then skilfull Alcon came,
he felt the pulses beate:
And out of hande this Marcus dide,
there Phisick wrought his feate.
This showes Phisition doth
the Soothsayer farre excéede:
For thone can make a short dispatch,
when thother makes no spéede.