IMITATION OF HORACE

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EAR Lucy, you know what my wish is,—
I hate all your Frenchified fuss :

Your silly entrées and made dishes
Were never intended for us.

No footman in lace and in ruffles

Need dangle behind my arm-chair;
And never mind seeking for truffles,
Although they be ever so rare.

But a plain leg of mutton, my Lucy,
I prithee get ready at three:
Have it smoking, and tender, and juicy,
And what better meat can there be?
And when it has feasted the master,
"Twill amply suffice for the maid;
Meanwhile I will smoke my canaster,
And tipple my ale in the shade.

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