Huge conger—countless plates his bulk sustain.
And o'er nine boards he rolls his cumbrous train!
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Right up stairs, down stairs, over high and low,
The cook, with shoulder'd dishes marches slow,
And forty sable pots behind him go.
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With these appear'd the Salaminian bands,
Thirteen fat ducklings borne by servile hands;
Proudly the cook led on the long array,