'Tis time I turn to fat."
"O vile, unworthy man! forbear—
Such conduct who can brook?
Thus to desert thy lady fair,
To hug a greasy cook!
"I cannot to such wrongs submit,
But soon will clear the coast—
Hence, vile Sultans of the Spit!
For I will rule the roast.
"And never let me see you more,