And all the room is hush’d in silence deep;
Save where the plates with jarring sounds unite,
And busy jaws a ceaseless murmur keep.
Save that from yonder bench, with hollow groan,
The faithful Tray does to himself complain
Of those that, mindful of themselves alone,
Allow him not a portion to obtain.
Around that friendly board, with plenty spread
Where rise the bones in many a greasy heap,
Each in his easy chair supinely laid,