(Sheath’d in a fatt pigge and a peece of porke),
His bottles fild with wine, well stopt with corke;
The two plump capons fluttering at his crupper;
And ’s shoulders lac’d with sawsages for supper;
The gridir’n (like a well strung instrument)
Hung at his backe, and for the turnament
His helmet is a brasse pott, and his flagge
A cookes foule apron, which the wind doth wagg,
Fixd to a broome: thus bravely he did ride,
And boldly to his foe he thus replied.