And on the butcher’s cruel steel,
I vow’d I’d never eat of veal!
Alas! our best resolves are vain,
Repentance leads to sin again!
That selfsame minute—callous sinner!
I hastened to my friend and dinner;
And, as a mistress at her lover,
Impatient eyed each envious cover:
Which, lo! disclosed—that Fate should will it!
Calf’s head, mock turtle, and a fillet!