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Teach him that states, of native strength
possest, Though very poor, may still be very blest; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift
THE HAUNCH OF VENISON.
Thanks, my lord, for your venison, for finer
or fatter Never rang’d in a forest, or smok'd in a platter ; The haunch was a picture for painters to study, The fat was so white, and the lean was
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 shown 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
fried in. But holdlet me pause--don't I hear you
pronounce, This tale of the bacon's a damnable bounce?