For gen’ral good, his aim, his Countrey gains;
Which ought respect him. A good English Cook,
Excellent Modish Monsieurs, and that Book
Call’d Perfect Cook, Merete’s Pastery
Translated, looks like old hang’d Tapistry,
The wrong side outwards: so Monsieur adieu,
I’m for our Native Mays Works rare and new,
Who with Antique could have prepar’d and drest
The Nations quondam grand Imperial Feast,
Which that thrice Crown’d Third Edward did ordain