Sudden he sees the wish’d for port appear,
Joy fills his dancing heart, and now he feeds
His fancy with the pleasing expectation
Of mirth and joy, and heart delighting scenes.
Behold the pot has yielded up its store,
And reeking hot, is placed upon the plate!
The three-legg’d stool is drawn, and down he sits,
Elated with the goodly prospect: sudden
His knife, well plung’d, dreadful incision makes;
And fork, aptly applied, his joys compleat.