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THERE is a place, so Ariosto fings,
The gay coquet, who ogles all the day,
you your favour place,
* This Epilogue was given in M.S. by Dr. Goldsmith to Dr. Percy ; (now Bishop of Dromore;) but for what comedy it was intended is not remembered.
THANKS, my lord, for your venison, for finer or
fatter Never rang'd in a forest, or sinoak’d in a platter ; The haunch was a picture for painters to study, The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy ; Though my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help
regretting, To spoil such a delicate picture by eating ; I had thoughts, in my chambers, to place it in view, To be shewn to my friends as a piece of virtu ; As in some Irish houses, where things are so so, One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show : But, for eating a rasher of what they take pride in, They'd as soon think of eating the pan it is fry'd in.