mountebank

She is abus'd, ſtolne from me, and corrupted / By Spels, and Medicines, bought of Mountebanks

Donne was a mountebank who wrapped up his lack of meaning in hard words.

They ſay this towne is full of coſenage: / As nimble Iuglers that deceiue the eie: / Darke working Sorcerers that change the minde: / Soule-killing Witches that deforme the bodie: / Diſguiſed Cheaters, prating Mountebankes, / And manie ſuch like liberties of ſinne: