The price of victuailes, and the scarcity, there;
As if the prince had ventur’d there his life
To make a famine, not to fetch a wife.
Your eggs (which might be addle too) are deare
As English capons; capons as sheepe, here;
No grasse neither for cattle; for they say
It is not cutt and made, grasse there growes hay:
That ’tis soe seething hott in Spaine, they sweare
They never heard of a raw oyster there:
Your cold meate comes in reaking, and your wine