Book I, 14: On a Feast

The Lord of Heav'n and Earth ha's made a Feast,
And ev'ry Soule is an invited Guest:
The Word's the Food; the Levits are the Cookes;
The Fathers Writings are their Dyet-bookes;
But seldome us'd; for 'tis a fashion growne,
To recommend made Dishes of their owne:
What they should boyle, they bake; what rst, they broyle;
Their lushious Sallats are too sweet with Oyle:
In briefe, 'tis now a dayes too great a fault,
T'have too much Pepper, and too little Salt.