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Both these ladies know by instinct
How a poet well to treat,
For they ask’d me and my genius
Luncheon with them once to eat.
Ah! the soup was quite delicious,
And the wine was old and rare,
And the game was really heavenly,
And well-larded was the hare.
They of poetry kept talking,
Till I had enough at last,
And I thank’d them for the honour
Of this very kind repast.