#caveer

BUT, when at last usurping Jove Old Saturn from his Empire drove; Then Gluttony with greasy Paws, Her Napkin pinn’d up to her Jaws, With watry Chaps, and wagging Chin, Brac’d like a Drum her oily Skin; Wedg’d in a spacious Elbow-Chair, And on her Plate a treble Share, As if she ne’er could have enuff; Taught harmless Man to cram and stuff. She sent her Priests in Wooden Shoes From haughty Gaul to make Ragous. Instead of wholsome Bread and Cheese, To dress their Soupes and Fricassyes; And, for our home-bred British Chear, Botargo, Catsup, and Caveer.