Welcome the wine, whate’er the seal is,
And sit you down and say your grace
With thankful heart whate’er the meat is.
—Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse!
William Makepeace Thackeray.
AN INVITATION
TELL me, pretty one, where will you sail?
How shall our bark be steered, I pray?
Breezes flutter each silken veil,
Tell me, where will you go to-day?