The City-dame, whose faith is in the belly
Of her cramm’d Priest, had all her cares in order,
That Gracious-street, or Cheapside can afford her.
Loe first a Pudding! truly ’t had more Reasons
Bill of fare.
Than forty Sermons shew at forty seasons.
Then a Sur-loyne came in, as hot as fire,
Yet not so hot as was the Priests desire.
Next came a shoulder of Mutton rosted raw,
To be as utterly abolishe as the Law.