Corruption’s foe, I life preserve,
And stimulate each slacken’d nerve.
I give jonquils their high perfume;
The peach its flavour, rose its bloom:
Nay, I’m the cause, when rightly trac’d,
Of Pepper’s aromatic taste.
“Such claims you teach me to produce;
But need I plead my obvious use,
In seasoning all terrestrial food;
When heaven declares, that Salt is good.