Tel’st me of Butchers meate? knave I defie it.
Ile have a banquet to envite an Earle,
A Phœnix boyld in broth distil’d in Pearle.
Holde drie this leafe, a candle quickly bring,
Ile take one pipe to bed, none other thing.
Thus with Tabacco he will sup to night:
Flesh-meate is heavie, and his purse is light.
