(“A Temple to Friendship.”)
“A nice Devill’d Biscuit” said Jenkins enchanted,
“I’ll have after dinner—the thought is divine!”
The biscuit was bought, and he now only wanted—
To fully enjoy it—a glass of good wine.
He flew to the pepper, and sat down before it,
And at peppering the well-butter’d biscuit he went
Then, some cheese in a paste mix’d with mustard spread o’er it,
And down to be grill’d to the kitchen ’twas sent.
“Oh! how,” said the Cook, “can I this think o grilling,