In a strong current, straight, direct, and full,
I chuckle at the sight, and shake myself
For very joy; but if, oblique and small,
It rises slowly in a scanty volume,
I then exclaim, Sad meagre fare for me!
A lenten supper, and a bloodless meal.—Anon.
The same.
Makes some rich squire
A banquet, and am I among the guests?
Mark me: I cast no idle eye of observation