As for the dyet of that _Saturnian_ age, it was like their attire, homely: A sallad, and a messe of leeke porridge, was a dinner for a farre greater man then euer the _Turke_ was: Potato-pies, and Custards, stood like the sinfull suburbs of Cookery, and had not a wall (so much as a handfull hie) built rownd about them. There were no daggers then, nor no Chayres. _Crookes_ his ordinary, in those parsimonious dayes, had not a Capons-leg to throw at a dog. Oh golden world, the suspicious _Venecian_ carued not his meate with a siluer pitch-forke, neither did the sweet-toothd Englishman shift a dozen of trenchers at one meale. Peirs ploughman layd the cloth, and Simplicity brought in the voyder. How wonderfully is the world altered? and no maruell, for it has lyein sicke almost fiue thousand yeares: So that it is no more like the old _Theater du munde_, than old _Paris_ garden is like the Kings garden at _Paris_. What an excellent workeman therefore were he that could cast the Globe of it into a new mould: And not to make it look like _Mullineux_ his Globe, with a round face sleekt and washt ouer with whites of egges; but to haue it _in Plano_, as it was at first, with all the ancient circles, lines, paralels, and figures, representing indeede, all the wrinckles, crackes, creuises and flawes that (like the Mole on _Hattens_ cheek, being _os amoris_,) stuck vpon it at the first creation, and made it looke most louely; but now those furrowes are filled vp with Ceruse, and Vermilion; yet all will not doe, it appeares more vgly. Come, come, it would be but a bald world, but that it weares a periwig. The body of it is fowle (like a birding-peece) by being too much heated: the breath of it stinks like the mouthes of Chambermaides by feeding on so many sweat meats. And, though to purge it wil be a sorer labour then the clensing / of _Augeaes_ stable, or the scowring of Mooreditch: yet, _Ille ego, qui quondam_; I am the _Pasquille madcap_, that will doot.