'When Cook can make an omelette, love—

An omelette like the Clubs!'

"Time was, their hearts were only placed

On snug domestic schemes,

The book for two—united taste,—

And such connubial dreams,—

Friends, dropping in at close of day,

To singles, doubles, rubs,—

A little music,—then the tray,—

And not a word of Clubs!