A Tale of a Rosted Horse

ONe Lord, 2. Knights, 3. Squires, 7. Dames at least,
My kind friend Marcus bade vnto his Feast,
Where were both Fish and Flesh, and all acates,
That men are wont to haue that feast great States.
To pay for which, next day he sold a Nagge,
Of whose pace, colour, Raine, he vs'd to bragge.
Well, Ile ne're care for red, or fallow Deere,
And if a Horse thus cookt can make such cheere.