A Receipt for Stewing Veal

Take a knuckle of veal,
You may buy it or steal.
In a few pieces cut it,
In a stewing pan put it.
Salt, pepper and mace,
Must season this knuckle;
Then what's join'd to a place
With other herbs muckle, —
That which kill'd king Will,
And what never stands still;
Some sprigs of that bed
Where children are bred,
Which, much you will mend, if
Both spinach and endive,
And lettuce and beet,
With marigold meet.
Put no Water at all
For it maketh things small,
Which, lest it should happen,
A close cover clap on,
Put this pot of Wood's metal
In a hot boiling kettle,
And there let it be
(Mark the doctrine I teach)
About, — let me see, —
Thrice as long as you preach.
So skimming the fat off,
Say grace with your hat off.
Oh, then, with what rapture
Will it fill dean and chapter!