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With my best endeavours, Let them bring stomachs, theres no want of meat Sir: Portly and curious viands are prepared, To please all kinds of appetites. With your favour then, You must double your guard, my Lord, for on my knowledge There are some so sharp see , not to be kept out By a file of Musket e S, And 'els less danger, I'll undertake, to stand at push of pike With and enemy in a breach, that undermined too, And the Cannon playing on it, than to stop One Harpy, your perpetual guessed, from entrance, When the dresser, the Cooks drum, thunders come on, The service will be lost else. As tall a trencherman, that is most certain, As ere demolished Pie-fortification As soon as battered; and if the rim of his belly Were not made up of a much tougher stuff Than his Buff jerkin, there were no defence Against the charge of his guts: you needs must know him, He's eminent for his eating. The same, one of the Admirals cast Captains, Who swear, there being no war, nor hope of any, The only drilling is to eat devoutly, And to beever drinking, (that's allowed of) But they know not where to get it, there's the spi e on' . It is beyond th'invention of man. Yes Sir. Never doubt me Sir. This will make him Loose his dinner at the least, and that will vex him. As for the sweet meats, when they are trod under foot, Let him take his share with the Pages and Lacqueyes, Or scramble in the rushes. You are most welcome, Sir. He's in most perfect health, Sir. It holds surely In your own constitution. Troth Sir if I might Without offence deliver what my Lord has Committed to my trust, I shall receive it As a special favour. Nay good Sir I will be brief and pi he. He bid me say of all his guests, that he Stands most affected to you, for the freedom, And plainness of your manners. He never observed you To twirl a dish about, you did not Like of All being pleasing to you; or to take A say of venison, or stale fowl by your nose, (Which is a solecism at another's table) But by strong eam king of they did confirm They never were delicious to your palate, But when they were mortified, as the Huguenot says, And so your partly grows greater, nor do you Find fault with the sauce, keen hunger being the best, Which ever to your much praise, you bring with you; Nor will you with impertinent relations Which is a masterpiece, when meats before you Forget your teeth to use your nimble tongue But do the fea e you come for. I'll take your counsel, And roundly come to the point, my Lord much wonders That you, that are a courtier as a soldier, In all things else, and every day can vary Your actions and discourse, continue constant To this one suit? Not much: but he believes it is the reason, You never presume to fit above the salt, And therefore this day (our great Admiral With other states being invited guests) He does entreat you to appear among'em, In some fresh habit. It has stung him. We are shut of him, he will be seen no more here, how my fellows Will bless me for his absence, he had starv'dem Had he stayed a little longer, would be cood, For his own sake shift a shirt, and thats the utmost Of his ambition, adieu good Captains— Let the blame be ours else. We are ready when you please, sweet forms your pardon, It has been such a busy time I could not Tender that ceremonious respect Which you deserve, but now the great work ended, I will attend the less, and with all care Observe, and serve you. 'Tis in vain, Little Cockerell of the kind.