But your friend there, the Doctor, eats nothing at all."
"Oho!" quoth my friend, "he'll come on in a trice:
He's keeping a corner for something that's nice;
There's a Pasty"—"A Pasty!" repeated the Jew,
"I don't care if I keep a corner for't too."
[3]. See the letters that passed between his Royal Highness Henry Duke of Cumberland, and Lady Grosvenor. 12mo., 1769.
"I had thoughts in my chamber to place it in view."—p. 202.
"What the de'il, mon, a Pasty!" re-echoed the Scot,
"Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for that."