And keener waxes his blunt appetite,
Luxurious visions whelm his fancy quite,
Of calipash and ekecalipee,
While sylphs of twenty stone steal o’er his sight,
Smiting their thighs with blythe Apician glee,
And licking each his lips right beautiful to see.
12.
’Twas here they tucked, these unctuous city sprites,
’Twas here like geese they fattened and they died.
Here turtle reared for them her keen delights,