All these you eat at Terrè’s tavern
In that one dish of Bouillabaisse.
Indeed a rich and savoury stew ’tis;
And true philosophers, methinks,
Who love all sorts of natural beauties
Should love good victuals and good drinks.
And Cordelier or Benedictine
Might gladly, sure, his lot embrace,
Nor find a fast-day too afflicting
Which served him up a Bouillabaisse.