My daily meal should ne’er disturb
My tranquil mind! for meat or herb,
Or fish or fowl, I ne’er would look,
But leave it to my foreign cook.
My drink—I ask no better sort,
A bin of six-and-twenty port;
With now and then, to warm my veins,
Some Burgundy or brisk Champagnes.
Of cash I need no large amount,
But at the Bank a good account,