Do dayly seeke our names for to distayne,
With slandrous blotte, for whiche we Beastes be slayne.
Firste of my selfe, before the rest to treate,
Moste men crye out, that fishe I do deuoure,
Yea some will say, that Lambes (with mee) be meate:
I graunte to bothe, and he that hath the powre,
To feede on fishe that sweeter were than sowre,
And had yong fleshe to banquet at his fill,
Were fonde to fraunche on garbage, graynes, or •…•…wyll,
But master Man, which findeth all this fault,
And streynes deuise for many a dayntie dishe,
Whiche suffreth not that hunger him assault,
But feedes his fill on euery fleshe and fishe,
Whiche muste haue all, as muche as witte can wishe,
Us seely Beastes, deuouring Beastes do call,
And he himselfe, moste bloudie beaste of all.
Well yet mee thinkes, I heare him preache this Texte,
Howe all that is, was made for vse of man:
So was it sure, but therewith followes next,
This heauie place, expounde it who so can:
The very Scourge and Plague of God his Ban,
Will lyght on suche as queyntly can deuise
To eate more meate, than may their mouthes suffise.
Nowe master Man, stande foorth and here declare,
Who euer yet coulde see an Otter eate
More meate at once, than serued for his share?
Who sees vs beastes sitte-bybbing in our seate,
With sundry wynes, and sundry kindes of meate?
Whiche breede disease, yfostred in suche feastes,
If men do so, be they not woorse than beastes?
The beastly man, muste •…•…itte all day and quasse,
The Beaste indeede, doth drincke but twice a day,
The beastly man, muste stuffe his monstrous masse
With secrete cause of surfetting alwaye:
Where beasts be glad to feede when they get pray,