Fatte _Shrovetyde_ mounted on a good fatt _Oxe_, [98.] Suppos'd that _Lent_ was mad, or caught a _Foxe_,[F. 175] Armd _Cap a pea_ from head unto the heele, A Spit, his long sword, somewhat worse than steele, (Sheathed in a fatt Pigge, and a Peece of Porke) His bottles fil'd with Wine, well stopt with Corke. The two plump Capons fluttering at his Crupper, And's shoulders lac'd with Sawsages for Supper; The Gridir'n (like a well strung Instrument) Hung at his backe, and for the Turnament His Helmet is a Brasse Pott, and his Flagge A Cookes foule Apron, which the wind doth wagg, Fixd to a Broome, thus bravely he did ride, And boldly to his foe, he thus replyde. What art thou, thou leane jawde Annatamie All spirit (for I no flesh upon thee spie) Thou bragging peece of ayre and smoake that prat'st, And all good fellowship and friendship hat'st. You'le turne our feasts to fasts, when, can you tell Against your spight, we are provided well. Thou sayst thou'lt ease the Cookes, the Cooks could wish Thee boyld, or broyld with all thy froathy fish, For one fish dinner takes more paines and cost Than three of flesh, bak'd, roast or boyld, almost. Youle take away our playes, our sports and pleasure, And give the Butchers time for ease and leasure. Alasse poor scabbe, how barren are thy hopes The Fencers, Beares, and Dauncers on the Ropes, Is manly sport, or lawlesse recreation Which all thy sev'n weeks time, are still in fashion, The truth is, thou aswagest few mens hunger, And hast no faithfull friend but the Fishmonger. There's little danger to attend on me, When men are drownd at Sea to furnish thee. Pease pottage, and dryde beanes, by proofe we find, Offends and fills men with unwholsome wind, And ere I'le be a slave and pinch my maw I'le breake all Proclamation, rule and Law, Wee'le fill our Tubs with powdred flesh, beside By licenc't Butchers we will be supplyde With fresh meat; so hungry _Lent_ adieu, We are resolv'd to feed in spight of you. FINIS LONDON Printed by M. S. for _Thomas Jenner_, and are to be sold at his Shop at the South Entrance of the Royal Exchange 1660. [Footnote 175: _I.e._ foxed or drunk.]