Horace Smith (Горацио Смит)

At the Tavern

Champagne doth not a luncheon make,
Nor caviare a meal;
Men gluttonous and rich may take
These till they make them ill.
If I've potatoes to my chop,
And after that have cheese,
Angels in Pond & Spiers's shop
Serve no such luxuries. 

1. Written in the Porch of Binstead Church, Isle of Wight
2. To the Rev. A. A. in the Country from His Friend in London
3. Why Are They Shut?
4. Abbotsford
5. The Curate to His Slippers

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