Thrice-worthy worthy! seem by thee engross'd!
Howbeit the peptic cook still rules the roast,
Potent to hush all ventriloquial snarling,—
And ease the bosom pangs of indigestion!
Thou art, sans question,
The Corporation's love—its Doctor Darling!
Look at the civic palate—nay, the bed
Which set dear Mrs. Opie on supplying
"Illustrations of Lying!"
Ninety square feet of down from heel to head