Englished.

Fabullus I will treat you handsomely
Shortly, if the kind gods will favour thee.
If thou dost bring with thee a del'cate messe,
An Olio or so, a pretty Lass,
Brisk wine, sharp tales, all sorts of Drollery,
These if thou bringst (I say) along with thee
You shall feed highly friend, for know the ebbs
Of my lank purse are full of Spiders webs,
But then again you shall recieve clear love
Or what more grateful or more sweet may prove,
For with an ointment I will favour thee,
My Venus 's and Cupids gave to me,
Of which once smelt, the gods thou wilt implore
Fabullus that they'd make thee nose all ore.