To my Lady Rogers [GOod Madam, with kind speech & promise faire]

GOod Madam, with kind speech & promise faire,
That from my wife you would not giue a rag,
But she should be Exector sole, and heyre.
I was (the more foole I) so proud and brag,
I sent to you against S. Iames his Faire,
A Teerce of Claret-wine, a great fat Stagge.
You straight to all your neighbors made a feast,
Each man I met hath filled vp his panch,
With my Red-deere, onely I was no ghest,
Nor euer since did aste of side or aunch.
Well, Madam, you may bid me hope the best,
That of your promise you be sound and staunch,
Else, I might doubt I should your Land inherit,
That of my Stagge did not one morsell merit.