Scraps, out of every dish
Thrown forth, and rak’t into the common-tub,
May keep up the play-club:
There sweepings do as well
As the best order’d meale,
For who the relish of these guests will fit,
Needs set them but the almes-basket of wit.
And much good do’t you then,
Brave plush and velvet men
Can feed on orts, and safe in your stage clothes,