Friend of my friends am I: let actions speak me;
I'm much too modest to commend myself.—Cumberland.
Pherecrates. (Book vi. §§ 96, 97, pp. 423, 424.)
The days of Plutus were the days of gold;
The season of high feeding, and good cheer:
Rivers of goodly beef and brewis ran
Boiling and bubbling through the streaming streets,
With islands of fat dumplings, cut in sops
And slippery gobbets, moulded into mouthfuls,