Pasties, ragouts, and fricassees,
Without my seasoning, fail to please:
’Tis I, like wit, must give a zest,
And sprightliness to ev’ry feast.
“Physicians too my use confess;
My influence sagest matrons bless;
When drams prove vain, and cholics teaze,
To me they fly for certain ease.
Nay, I fresh vigour can dispense,
And cure ev’n age and impotence: