Epigram 8 (Cacus though nothing but a loafe perdy,)

Cacus though nothing but a loafe perdy,
He sett before his hungry friends at boorde:
Yet he prates of the sinn of gluttony,
And how that surfeyt kils more then the sworde,
How three at Belinsgate with Oysters dy'de
Howe sixe vpon one Cabidge surfeyted.
Of these he prates and many moe beside
Fearing least we should surfeite on his bread.
Cacus haue donne, for we may surfeite heare
Well with thy words, but hardly with thy cheare.