 | The Nevv Inne. Or, The light Heart |  |
The Prologue.
You are welcome, welcome all, to the new Inne;Though the old house, we hope our cheare will win
Your acceptation: we ha' the same Cooke,
Still, and the fat, who sayes, you sha' not looke
Long, for your bill of fare, but euery dish
Be seru'd in, i'the time, and to your wish:
If any thing be set to a wrong taste,
'Tis not the meat, there, but the mouth's displac'd,
Remoue but that sick palat, all is well.
For this, the secure dresser badd me tell,
Nothing more hurts iust meetings, then a croud;
Or, when the expectation's growne too loud:
That the nice stomack, would ha' this or that,
And being ask'd, or vrg'd, it knowes not what:
When sharpe, or sweet, haue beene too much a feast,
And both out liu'd the palate of the ghest.
Beware to bring such appetites to the stage,
They doe confesse a weake, sick, queasie age,
And a shrew'd grudging too of ignorance,
When clothes and faces 'boue the men aduance:
Heare for your health, then, But at anyhand,
Before you iudge, vouchsafe to vnderstand,
Concoct, digest: if then, it doe not hit,
Some are in a consumption of wit,
Deepe, he dares say, he will not thinke, that all—
For Hecticks are not epidemicall.
| The Nevv Inne. Or, The light Heart | |