When folks were frugal, though not poor;
An olio mixt of sweet and sour.
Soon as this touch'd his laughing lip,
That unmixt Nectar us'd to sip,
He rose, and with a threat'ning frown
Of direful Anger[11], dash'd it down,
And swore, departing in a huff,
I'll make your lives like that d——d stuff.
Too sure the Malediction fell,
As every mortal wight can tell: