I am utterly against those confused Olios into which men put almost all kinds of meats and Roots, and especially against putting of Oyle, for it corrupts the Broath, instead of adding goodnesse to it.

Much personal memoir, too, shone on the shelves, Which boasted a whimsical olio; Decorum sang small, in octavoes and twelves, And scandal in quarto and folio.