Had nature made no toll to pay
At the pylorus!
He dines unscathed, who dines alone!
Or shuns abroad those corner dishes;
No Roman garlics make him groan,
Nor matelotte fishes.
Then let not Vérey’s treacherous skill,
Nor Véfour’s, try thy peptic forces;
One comes to swallow many a pill
Where many a course is!