COOK

Methinks Molosso might have saved this charge And been himself Porter. I Like him he begins his government With bounty, now the Cook may show his skill; Since I came hither, I have been confined To several salads, porrage with scrapped cheese, And a few Vermicelle, such slight dishes: Oh when I served the Grand-Dukes master Cook How we were all employed! I can remember, What lectures of our Mystery hee'd read, Styling the belly master of all arts, And by a model of his own invention Demonstrate how the antique Cooks were wont To dress th'intire Boar; he was a Scholar And would discourse of the delicious Sumen And of the noble Patrons of the kitchen Both Greeks and Romans; he was wont to speak Most reverently of one Apitius, A man of a brave stomach, That spent upon his belly near three millions, And having cast up his accounts, and found Only two hundred and odd thousand crowns Remaining to support his appetite, Doubting he should be famished, rather chosen To live by fame, and end his life with poison: But prithee knock; there was another too, One Nomentanus, but far short of him: Will they not open? we shall all be shent, Knock harder. What noise is that within? some body groans, Here he comes. We thought we herd a groaning in the house.