I lamentably butcher up mine host. Such sympathy is with his meat, my weapon Makes him an eunuch when it carves his capon. Cut a goose leg and the poor soul for moan Turns cripple too, and after stands on one. Have you not heard the abominable sport A Lancaster grand-jury will report? The soldier with his Morglay watched the mill; The cats they came to feast, when lusty Will 40 Whips off great puss's leg which (by some charm) Proves the next day such an old woman's arm. 'Tis so with him whose carcass never 'scapes, But still we slash him in a thousand shapes. Our serving-men (like spaniels) range to spring The fowl which he had clucked under his wing. Should he on widgeon or on woodcock feed It were, Thyestes like, on his own breed. To pork he pleads a superstition due, But we subscribe neither to Scot nor Jew. 50 [No liquor stirs; call for a cup of wine. 'Tis blood we drink; we pledge thee, Catiline.] Sauces we should have none, had he his wish. The oranges i' th' margent of the dish He with such huckster's care tells o'er and o'er, The Hesperian dragon never watched them more. But being eaten now into despair (Having nought else to do) he falls to prayer. 'As thou didst once put on the form of bull And turned thine Io to a lovely mull, 60 Defend my rump, great Jove, grant this poor beef May live to comfort me in all this grief.' But no Amen was said: see, see it comes! Draw, boys, let trumpets sound, and strike up drums. See how his blood doth with the gravy swim, And every trencher hath a limb of him. The venison's now in view, our hounds spend deeper. Strange deer, which in the pasty hath a keeper Stricter than in the park, making his guest, (As he had stoln't alive) to steal it drest! 70 The scent was hot, and we, pursuing faster Than Ovid's pack of dogs e'er chased their master, A double prey at once may seize upon, Acteon, and his case of venison. Thus was he torn alive; to vex him worse Death serves him up now as a second course. Should we, like Thracians, our dead bodies eat, He would have lived only to save his meat. [Lastly; we did devour that corpse of his Throughout all Ovid's Metamorphoses.] 80 [_Upon a Miser, &c._ (_1647_.) This juxtaposition of the serious-sentimental-fanciful with the burlesque-satiric may not please some readers. But the older editions which give it seem to me better to represent the ideas of the time than the later siftings and reclassifications of the age of prose and sense. And this is one reason why I follow the order of _1653_ rather than that of _1677_.] [Line: 2 'Cud' is spelt in _1647_ here and elsewhere in Cleveland 'cood'.] [Line: 3 In some copies 'i_mi_tation', of course wrongly.] [Line: 4 taste] cast _1653_.]