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 Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs,
 When season'd with love, which no rancour disturbs
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 Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs,
 When season'd with love, which no rancour disturbs
  And sweeten'd by all that is sweetest in life
   Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife!
    But if, out of humour, and hungry, alone
     A man should sit down to dinner, each one
      Of the dishes which the cook chooses to spoil
       With a horrible mixture of garlic and oil,
        The chances are ten against one, I must own,
         He gets up as ill-tempered as when he sat down. 
 Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
 Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.  
 Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
 Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. 
 The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
 The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
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 The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
 The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
  My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
   She is so hot because the meat is cold;
    The meat is cold because you come not home;
     You come not home because you have no stomach;
      You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
       But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,
        Are penitent for your default to-day. 
 Great pity were it if this beneficence of Providence should be 
marr'd in the ordering, so as to justly read more 
 Great pity were it if this beneficence of Providence should be 
marr'd in the ordering, so as to justly merit the Reflection of 
the old proverb, that though God sends us meat, yet the D------
does cooks. 
 Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
 But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.  
 Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
 But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost. 
 Of herbs, and other country messes,
 Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.  
 Of herbs, and other country messes,
 Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses. 
 I never strove to rule the roast,
 She ne'er refus'd to pledge my toast.  
 I never strove to rule the roast,
 She ne'er refus'd to pledge my toast. 
 Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine,
 And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.  
 Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine,
 And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared. 
 "Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl; I find you are 
perfectly qualified for making converts, and so read more 
 "Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl; I find you are 
perfectly qualified for making converts, and so go help your 
mother to make the gooseberry bye."