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. Address to the Orange-tree at Versailles
3. The Contrast
4. To the Rev. A. A. in the Country from His Friend in London
5. Campbell’s Funeral

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