Let us fairly examine the preference due
To the smoak-smother’d town, o’er the villa’s clear view.
II.
At ev’ry town tavern you turn in to dine,
Tho’ your dinner’s half cold, smoaking hot is your wine;
Then how pleasant and wholesome while picking your bone,
The mix’d odour of other folks food and your own.
III.
Then noisy and drunk, scarcely feeling their legs,
Bucks sup at the M⸺, on hash’d duck, oysters, eggs,