Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."

I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense. and my evening meal,
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I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense. and my evening meal,
The sweets of Hasty-Pudding.

I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.

I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.

"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.

"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.

Feast to-day makes fast to-morrow.
[Lat., Festo die si quid prodegeris,
Profesto egere liceat nisi peperceris.]

Feast to-day makes fast to-morrow.
[Lat., Festo die si quid prodegeris,
Profesto egere liceat nisi peperceris.]

He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.

He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.