The art of longevity, or, A diæteticall instition written by Edmund Gayton.
Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.

DHAP. XIII. Of Rammes.

THis goodly uffle-head with winding horns,
Though he looks scurvy, and th' whole flock scorns,
Yet is the grossest meat; this surly sir
Is good, if he exceed not his first year;
If well digested, it doth generate
Good blood, and much; but if it had the fate
To fall i'th' hands of curst Armenian Libbers,(a)
After exection he is much the glibber;
Page  29And though he be a lost Ramme, as we say,
To th' Yews, he's good howe're the other way;
His flesh is temper'd by his depriv'd fire,
And having lost his own, gets our desire:
It hath a winning and delicious gust,
Though Father Galen, whom we credit must,
Condemnes all Mutton, but he wrote in Townes
Where little was, and ne're saw Cotsall Downs,
Nor this same land of Sheep, whose noble wooll
Clothes the Muscovian, and the great Mogull;
The English Fleece doth proudly passe the gulph,
And fears no hazard but its native Wolf;
How many Nations Fleets empty the fraughts,
And do return this Fleeces Argonauts?
Then for the Back it's good, and in keen hunger,
Were Galen here he'd be a Mutton-monger:
But Ramme from Wether-mutton you may know,
That's yellow, this (a) no cause hath to be so.