To Lautus

Lautus thy palate can be pleas'd with nought
But the best cates far-fetcht, and dearest bought;
Sicilian Lampreys, and the Thuscan Boar,
With witty dainties ne'r heard of before
Vitellius age, such as Minerva's shield,
A dish made of Scares livers, and then fil'd
With milt of Sturgeon, and with brains of Railes,
Pheasants and Peacocks, and Egyptian Quailes,
With tongues of Nightingales, and those more rare
And seld'-seen Crimson birds, his usual fare:
Mullets and Celsey Coccles, the Severn Trout,
And what more daintie novels can be bought:
Botargo, Anchovois, Puffins too, to taste
Thy Maronaean wines, at meals thou hast.
Thus all thy lands thou eat'st and drinkest down,
In thy fair Boggards buried lie, thus grown
With dear-bought soil so rich, to dung the small
Acre that's left unsold, and that is all.