 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
Uiuit ut edat.
When Gluto goes to dine at th' Ordinarie,To stay his stomacke eates a crust and drinks:
Then call's for victuals, sweares he cannot tary,
Which till it comes, a month each minute thinks:
Then sits him downe, and takes the highest place,
Puts salt on's Trencher, cuts a loafe in twayne,
And nere remembers ought of saying Grace,
The sight of meate so captiuates his brayne:
Whereto he lurching, so about him layes,
As must suffice him for at least two dayes.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |