Thee boyld, or broyld with all thy froathy fish,
For one fish dinner takes more paines and cost
Than three of flesh, bak'd, roast or boyld, almost.
Youle take away our playes, our sports and pleasure,
And give the Butchers time for ease and leasure.
Alasse poor scabbe, how barren are thy hopes
The Fencers, Beares, and Dauncers on the Ropes,
Is manly sport, or lawlesse recreation
Which all thy sev'n weeks time, are still in fashion,