Durst offer such indignity to that which I prefer;
For all the brood of blackamoors will swear I do not err,
In taking this same worthy whiff with valiant cavalier,
But that will make his nostrils smoke, at cupps of wine or beer,
When as my purse can not afford my stomach flesh or fish,
I sup with smoke, and feel as well and fat as one can wish.
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Much victuals serve for gluttony, to fatten men like swine,
But he’s a frugal man indeed that with a leaf can dine,
And needs no napkins for his hands his fingers’ ends to wipe,