Now direful devastation does ensue;
And half the delicious morsel is destroy’d
Ere he can make a pause; which having done,
He smacks his lips, and liking well the sport,
Proceeds again with more deliberation,
Till of the luscious cates he’s made an end.
Thus happy he, envying not sumptuous feasts,
Nor courtly entertainments; but well pleas’d,
Feasts on his homely viands; far happier than a king,
He enjoys as full content, without his cares.