The Poet Moralizeth—He Discourseth to those who Gorge and Complain.
Oh! Kitty Malone—Mrs. Merdle 'tis now—
Was there ever on earth than this, greater folly?
Still gorging, while groaning, and swearing a vow,
That yours is a case of most sad melancholy.
With table that Croesus never had but might covet,
You live but to eat and to eat 'cause you love it;
And yet while you swallow great sirloins of meat
Complain like a beggar of nothing to eat.