By the gods of good fare, who can question to-day
How pleasant it is, etc.
"After oysters, Sauterne; then sherry; champagne;
Ere one bottle goes, comes another again;
Fly up, thou bold cork, to the ceiling above,
And tell to our ears in the sounds that we love
How pleasant it is, etc.
"I've the simplest of tastes; absurd it may be,
But I almost could dine on a poulet au riz,
Fish and soup and omelette, and that—but the deuce—