Poem by Horace Smith

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. Address to the Orange-tree at Versailles
2. Campbell’s Funeral
3. Why Are They Shut?
4. To the Rev. A. A. in the Country from His Friend in London
5. Written in the Porch of Binstead Church, Isle of Wight

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