Dum licet, in rebus jucundis vive beatus : (Twas on the night of a Debate, 185 190 The Moon was up, and Men a-bed, The Napkins white, the Carpet red; 195 The Guests withdrawn had left the Treat, Our Courtier walks from dish to dish, Tastes for his Friend of Fowl and Fish; Tells all their names, lays down the law, "Que ça est bon ! Ah gouter ça! 200 That Jelly's rich, this Malmsey healing, Pray, dip your Whiskers and your Tail in." He stuffs and swills, and stuffs again. 205 I'm quite asham'd-'tis mighty rude To eat so much-but all's so good. I have a thousand thanks to give— 210 215 Exanimes trepidare, simul domus alta Molossis Personuit canibus. tum rusticus, Haud mihi vita Est opus hac, ait, et valeas: me silva, cavusque Tutus ab insidiis tenui solabitur ervo. (It was by Providence they think,) For your damn'd Stucco has no chink. "An't please your Honour," quoth the Peasant, "This same Dessert is not so pleasant: Give me again my hollow Tree, A Crust of Bread, and Liberty!" 220 |