Or just to keep our meat from stinking—
And then—a special friend to drinking!”
“Your folly moves me with surprise,”
The silver tripod thus replies,
“Pray, Master Pepper, why so hot?
First cousin to the mustard-pot!
What boots it how our life began?
’Tis breeding makes the Gentleman;
Yet would you search my pedigree,
I rose like Venus from the sea: