Since you at food such virtuoso are,
Some precepts to an hungry poet spare.
Ca. I grant you, Sir, next pleasure ta'en in eating
Is that (as we do call it) of repeating;
I still have kitchen systems in my mind,
And from my stomach's fumes a brain well lin'd.
Hor. Whence, pray, Sir, learnt you those ingenuous arts,
From one at home, or hir'd from foreign parts?
Ca. No names, Sir (I beseech you), that's foul play,
20 We ne'er name authors, only what they say.