Good cloathes are the embrodred trappings of pride, and good cheere the very _eringo-roote_ of gluttony: so that fine backes, and fat bellyes are Coach-horses to two of the seuen deadly sins: In the bootes of which Coach, _Lechery_ and _Sloth_ sit like the waiting-maide. In a most desperate state therefore doe Taylors, and Cookes stand, by meanes of their offices: for both those trades are Apple-squires to that couple of sinnes. The one inuents more phantasticke fashions, then Fraunce hath worne since her first stone was laid; the other more lickerish _epycurean_ dishes, then were euer serud vp to _Gallonius_ table. Did man (thinke you) come wrangling into the world, about no better matters, then all his lifetime to make priuy searches in Burchin lane for Whalebone doublets, or for pies of _Nightingale_ tongues in _Heliogabalus_ his kitchin? No, no, the first suit of apparell, that euer mortall man put on, came neither from the Mercers shop nor the Merchants warehouse: _Adams_ bill would haue beene taken then, sooner then a Knights bond now; yet was hee great in no bodies bookes for satten and veluets: the silkwormes had something else to do in those dayes, then to set vp loomes, and be free of the weauers: his breeches were not so much worth as K. _Stephens_, that cost but a poore noble: for _Adams_ holyday hose and doublet were of no better stuffe then plaine fig-leaues, and _Eues_ best gowne of the same peece: there went but a paire of sheeres betweene them. An _Antiquary_ in this towne, has yet some of the powder of those leaues dryed to shew. Taylors then were none of the twelue Companies: their Hall, that now is larger then some Dorpes among the _Netherlands_, was then no bigger then a Dutch Butchers shop: they durst not strike downe their customers with large billes: _Adam_ cared not an apple-paring for all their lousy hems. There was then neither the _Spanish_ slop, nor the Skippers galligaskin: the _Switzers_ blistred Cod-piece, nor the _Danish_ sleeue sagging / down like a Welch wallet, the _Italians_ close strosser, nor the French standing coller: your trebble-quadruple _Dædalian_ ruffes, nor your stiffenecked _rebatoes_ (that haue more arches for pride to row vnder, then can stand vnder fiue London Bridges) durst not then set themselues out in print: for the patent for starch could by no meanes be signd. Fashions then was counted a disease, and horses dyed of it: But now (thankes to folly) it is held the onely rare phisicke, and the purest golden Asses liue vpon it.