Alone upon the marble table:
Who thus, like men, were heard to squabble.
Pepper began, “Pray, sir,” says he,
“What business have you here with me?
Is’t fit that spices of my birth
Should rank with thee, thou scum of earth?
I’d have you know, sir, I’ve a spirit
Suited to my superior merit—
Tho’ now, confin’d within this caster,
I serve a Northern Gothic master;