Classic Poem

Here , with little variation,
Comes another " cold collation."

Naught, indeed, the taste to tickle —
Coan lees, or roes in pickle;
No comparison between a
Severn lamprey and muraena;
Nothing to derange the peptics
Of the Scholars or the sceptics —
Only useful antiseptics!

Naught for Bacchus, naught for Venus —
Nothing that Nasidienus
Howsoever at a loss for
Novelty, could find a sauce for;
Naught, in truth, to please the palate
Save the dressing of the sallet!

If you care for such-like dishes,
Take it — with my best good wishes!