Or if to France your bark you steer, at Dover it may be,
A peer appears upon the pier, who, blind, still goes to sea.
Thus one might say when to a treat good friends accept our greeting,
’Tis meet that men who meet to eat, should eat their meat when meeting.
Brawn on the board’s no bore indeed, although from boar prepared;
Nor can the fowl on which we feed foul feeding be declared.
Thus one ripe fruit may be a pear, and yet be pared again,
And still be one, which seemeth rare, until we do explain.
It therefore should be all your aim to speak with ample care;
For who, however fond of game, would choose to swallow hair?