And when of dulness wits complain,
I brace the nerves, and clear the brain.
“But to the ’squire here, I appeal—
He knows my real value well:
Who, with one pepper-corn content,
Remits the vassal’s annual rent—
Hence then, Sir Brine, and keep your distance,
Go lend the scullion your assistance;
For culinary uses fit,
To salt the meat upon the spit;