“Yet shall you have to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some better salad
Ushering the mutton; with a short legg’d hen,
If we can get her full of eggs, and then,
Limons, and wine for sauce; to these, a coney
Is not to be despar’d of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks,
I’ll tell you of more, and lie, so you will come:
Of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, of which some