"Soupe à la Beauveau," whose relief was dory,
Relieved itself by pork, for greater glory.
LXIV.
But I must crowd all into one grand mess
Or mass; for should I stretch into detail,
My Muse would run much more into excess,
Than when some squeamish people deem her frail;
But though a bonne vivante, I must confess
Her stomach's not her peccant part; this tale
However doth require some slight refection,