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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08941	A bill of fare for, a Saturday nights supper, a Sunday morning breakfast, and a Munday dinner, described in a pleasant new merry ditie. To the tune of Cooke Laurell, or, Michaelmas terme.	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1637 (1637)	STC 19218; ESTC S119105	2,652	2

A Bill of Fare For A Saturday nights Supper A Sunday morning Breakfast and A Munday Dinner Described in a pleasant new merry Ditie To the tune of Cooke Laurell or Michaelmas Terme I Le tell you a Iest which you 'l hardly beleeue No matter for that you shall hear 't right or wrong A hungry appetite may perhaps grieue To heare such a Banquet set forth in a Song He rather would haue it then heare on 't hée'l say But I cannot promise him such a faire sight All that I can doe is with words to display What we had to Supper on Saturday night Inprimis foure Fancies two boyld and two roast A large dish of En●imions good for one's drinke Sir Pelican Chickens as hote as a toast And six Birds of Paradise bra●e meat I thinke A couple of Phenix a Cocke and a Hen That late from Arabia had tan● their flight I thinke such a Banquet was ne're made for men As wee had to Supper on Saturday night Two paire of Elephants Pettitoes boyld A greene Dragon Spitchcock an excellent dish One messe by the Cooke was like to be spoil'd And yet by good hap 't was to euery one's wish It was a Rhenoceros boyld in Alegant To all who did taste it gaue great delight Iudge whether we haue not occasion to vaunt Of this our rare Supper on Saturday night A Calues head was roast with a pudding i' th belly Of which all the women did heartily feed A dish of Irish Harts hornes boyld to a Ielly Which most men esteem'd as a good dish indeed I had almost forgotten to name a sowc'd Owle Brought vp to the Master o' th Feast as his right He lou'd it he said aboue all other Fowle And this was out Supper on Saturday night The next in due course was foure golden Horshooes Exactly dissolued through a Woodcocks bill Six Camelions in greene-sawce Maids commonly chuse This dish euery day if they may haue their will The chine of a Lyon the haunch of a Beare Well larded with Brimstone and Quicksiluer bright Iudge Gentlemen was not this excellent cheere That wee had to Supper on Saturday night A whole Horse sowst after the Russian manner Twelue Pigs of a strange Capadocian Bitch Six dozen of Estridges rost which a Tanner Did send out of Asia by an old Witch A Leg of an Eagle carbonadoed in Snow The Pluck of a Grampoise stew'd till it was white And thus in particular I let you know What we had to Supper on Saturday night Then came in an Ell of a Iackanapes taile Seru'd in vpon Sippits as dainty as may be O that is a dainty which rather then faile Might well serue to feast an Utopian Lady Twelue Maids were stew'd in the shell of a Shrimp And cause it was meat that was held very light They had for th●ir Sawce a salt pickled Pimpe And this was our Supper on Saturday night The second part To the same tune TWo Beares sowst pig fashion sent w●ole to the ●●ard And 4 black swans seru'd by 2 in a dish With a Lobster fried in steaks take my word I know not well whether it was Flesh or Fish Two Cockatrices and three Baboones boyld Two dry Salamanders a very strange sight A Ioale of a Whale soundly butter'd and oyl'd And this was our Supper on Saturday night A good dish of Modicums I know not what In Barbary Uinegar boyld very soft I mus'd how my Hostis became so huge fat I find t is with eating these Modicums oft A Grosse of Canary birds roasted aliue That out of the dishes for sport tooke their flight And euery one present to catch them did striue This was our rare Supper on Saturday night A shoale of Red-herrings with b●ls 'bout their neekes Which made such rare sport that I neuer saw such They leaped and danced with other fine tricks A man may admire how they could doe so much Two Porposes parboild in May-dew and Roses That vnto the smell yeelded so much delight i Some fearing to lose them laid hold on their noses All this was at Supper on Saturday night Three dozen of Welsh Embassadors bak't Which made such a nois it was heard through y e town Some hearing the eccho their foreheads so ak●t That many a smile was orecome with a frowne A dish of Bonitoes or Fish that can flie That out of the Indies came hither by flight To close vp our stomacks a Gridiron Pye We had to our Supper on Saturday night But what commeth after must not be forgotten The Fruit and the Cheese as they follow by course A West-Indian Cheese not a bit of it rotten That 's made of no worse then the milke of a Horse A dish of Pine-apples two bushels at least An hundred of Cokernuts for our delight The world may admire at this wonderfull Feast Which we had at Supper on Saturday night Six Pump●ans codled with exquisite Art To pleasure the palate of euery one there Then we at the last had a great Cabbage Tart Thus haue I exactly described our Cheere What all this amounted to I cannot tell It cost me iust nothing no faith not a mite The Master o' th Feast whom I know very well Did pay for this Supper on Saturday night Wee rose from our mirth with the 12 a clock Chimes Went euery one home as his way did direct And I for my part on the morning betimes Had a Breakfast prepar'd which I did not expect My wife because she was not bidden to Supper It seemes by the story she bare me a spight The Breakfast she gaue me to you I will vtter It passed our Supper on Saturday night Sunday morning Breakfast FIrst had I a dish of Maundering broath So scolding hote that I could not abide it But I like a patient man though I was loath Must swallow all down cause my wife did prouide it A many small Reasons she put in the same Her Nose yeelded Pepper that keenly did bite Thought I here 's a Breakfast I thank my good dame That passes our Supper on Saturday night A great Carpe Pye and a dish of sad Po●ts With Crocodile Uinegar sawce very tart Quoth she thou last night wast among thy sound tre●ts Now fall to thy Breakfast and comfort thy heart Then had I a Cup full of stout Wormwood Beere It seemes that in Physicke she has good insight This shew'd me the difference 'twixt the homely cheere And our dainty Supper on Saturday night Munday Dinner ON this sorry Fare all that day I did feed And on Munday morning on purpose to win her I went and got money to furnish her need And now you shall heare what I had to my Dinner A Pye made of Conies with Ducks and Pigs eyes With a deale of sweet Hony my taste to delight With sweet Lambe and Chicken my mind to suffice These passed my Supper on Saturday night Another Pye made with a many Sheepes eyes With sweet Sugar Candy that pleased my pallet These seuerall Banquets my Muse did aduise And with her assistance I made this mad Ballet There 's no man that 's wise will my paines reprehend For most married men will confesse I say right Yet on no occasion this Ditie was pend But to shew our rare Supper on Saturday night FINIS M. P. London Printed by M.P. for Fr Grove neere the Sarazens head without Newgate