Canto i.
LE LUTRIN.
7
"Then Reassume your self, forbear to Doat,
"Meat heated twice, is not worth half a Groat!
Thus reason'd Gilotin, and very loath
T' adjourn a Meal, bad 'em serve in the broath.
The Prelate stood a while in deep suspence,
He ey'd the Soupe with Holy Reverence;
O'recome at last with Reason and good Nature
He yields, and sits him down to tast the Creature:
'Yet inward Rage did all the while provoke him,
Twas fear'd each Morsel would go near to choke him;
Gilotin saw't, and sigh'd! in Zeal he rises
T' acquaint his party with these Enterprises;
Tells them with Grief of Heart, what rude Affronters
Of Lawn-sleev'd Grandeur were these Sawcy Chanters;
Protests they'd vex't his Lordship so that day
His Meat went down like Orts, or old chopt Hay!
Nay I may safely say't without Presumption,
This Course must bring him int' a Deep Consumption!
Now might you see whole troops of Chanons, all
To Rendevouz in the great Pallace-hall!
So have you seen perhaps Legions of Cranes,
Marching on Wing o're Strymons Spacious plains,
When the proud Pygmies, must'ring their warlike Nation
Design against them an Unjust Invasion!
Surpriz'd at sight of this great friendly Rabble,
The Sweetned Prelate rises from the Table;
Nodding he Touch't his Hat, to keep Decorum;
Nor seem'd to slight, nor basely to Adore 'um!
His face no longer shone with Orient Flame,
But pleas'd, recalls the good Westphalia Ham;
Then takes himself a lusty Beer-bowl brimmer
Of Racy Claret, and Commends a Swimmer
To the good Company; they with joint consent
Follow the Prelates gracious Precedent;
"Meat heated twice, is not worth half a Groat!
Thus reason'd Gilotin, and very loath
T' adjourn a Meal, bad 'em serve in the broath.
The Prelate stood a while in deep suspence,
He ey'd the Soupe with Holy Reverence;
O'recome at last with Reason and good Nature
He yields, and sits him down to tast the Creature:
'Yet inward Rage did all the while provoke him,
Twas fear'd each Morsel would go near to choke him;
Gilotin saw't, and sigh'd! in Zeal he rises
T' acquaint his party with these Enterprises;
Tells them with Grief of Heart, what rude Affronters
Of Lawn-sleev'd Grandeur were these Sawcy Chanters;
Protests they'd vex't his Lordship so that day
His Meat went down like Orts, or old chopt Hay!
Nay I may safely say't without Presumption,
This Course must bring him int' a Deep Consumption!
Now might you see whole troops of Chanons, all
To Rendevouz in the great Pallace-hall!
So have you seen perhaps Legions of Cranes,
Marching on Wing o're Strymons Spacious plains,
When the proud Pygmies, must'ring their warlike Nation
Design against them an Unjust Invasion!
Surpriz'd at sight of this great friendly Rabble,
The Sweetned Prelate rises from the Table;
Nodding he Touch't his Hat, to keep Decorum;
Nor seem'd to slight, nor basely to Adore 'um!
His face no longer shone with Orient Flame,
But pleas'd, recalls the good Westphalia Ham;
Then takes himself a lusty Beer-bowl brimmer
Of Racy Claret, and Commends a Swimmer
To the good Company; they with joint consent
Follow the Prelates gracious Precedent;
And
