Make a strong contrast with the servants’ hall;
There barely comfort, here a proud excess,
The pompous seat of pamper’d idleness,
Where the sleek rogues with one consent declare,
They would not live upon his honour’s fare;
He daily took but one half hour to dine,
On one poor dish and some three sips of wine;
Then he’d abuse them for their sumptuous feasts,
And say, “My friends! you make yourselves like beasts;
One dish suffices any man to dine,