Tub.
——All the world’s a feast,
And all the men and women merely gourmands;
Few have their chef, they mostly pot-luck share,
But all guests in their turn try many plats,
The courses being seven, At first the Soup,
Unsatisfactory, greasy, and cold;
Then Fish, whose shining face is seen too long,
Proclaims his advent ere he comes in sight.