First health: the Stomach cramm’d with ev’ry dish,
A tomb of boil’d and roast, and flesh and fish,
When Bile and Wind, and Phlegm and Acid jar,
And all the Man is one intestine war,
Remembers oft the School-boy’s simple fare,
The temperate sleeps, and spirits light as air.
How pale each worshipful and rev’rend guest
Rise from a clergy or a city feast!
What life in all that ample Body? say:
What heav’nly particle inspires the clay?