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

CHAP. XIV. Of Calves.

WElcom thou Increment of Bully Bove,
(Or when a Bull, why not as well of Iove?)
A Calfe, saith Averaoes, is brave food,
Of temperate blood, not viscous, cold, but good,
And hath a flavour and odorous gust,
And therefore before Kid, his praise is just:
For though the Kid we did extoll but now,
'Twas 'mongst his Montaneirs, so we allow:
But for Calves fraganies, we'r none of those,
That for our diet will be led by th' nose,
Page  30Although it is confess'd by all (forsooth)
The Calves head's ne're without its own sweet tooth;
To make no long taile of it then, it breeds
Humours most fine, and therefore cleanlier feeds.
But flesh of Bulls and Oxen, those Calfe's sire,
These Uncles (better by their losse of fire)
Breed black, and much, and melancholy blood,
Our veins of blew are made a sable flood;
And as alive we Bulls do stiff-necks call,
So are they too Knock-downed in the stall:
'Tis a most rebellious nutriment, dead,
And lies i'th' stomack heavy, as is lead:
It's slowly alter'd, turns to chyle as slow,
As slow dissolv'd does to the members go:
It wants a goad when it is drove alive,
A Clarret goad may't through the stomack drive;
The lazy Surloin, glory of the roast,
And Knighted, and yet was never Knight o'th' Post;
Unlesse when thou (brave (a)Sheriff) dost refine
His duller blood with thy for bon French Wine:
If by complexion men adust (that's sad)
Or splenatick, do like this beveridge bad.
'Ware Quartan Agues, Dropsies, and the Itch,
The Leprosie, or Tetter, chuse you which,
Dandry and surfie heads, this blood o'th' Ox
Bestowes all these, and yet the Butcher knocks:
Wherefore most wisely have our Masters stated,
That Bulls, before they die, shall all be baited.