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BEEF STEAK CLUB.
Draw the Cork, the Cloth's drawn,—a Toast to the King,
I presume it is meet, after meat me should sing,
For thus prescribes Galen;—“Life's Health to prolong,
“Take Dinner's digestive, a Glass, and a Song.”
To him the Diplomists their judgments resign,
So fiat mixturam, 'tis Music and Wine.
I presume it is meet, after meat me should sing,
For thus prescribes Galen;—“Life's Health to prolong,
“Take Dinner's digestive, a Glass, and a Song.”
To him the Diplomists their judgments resign,
So fiat mixturam, 'tis Music and Wine.
Old Homer, who, Shakespeare-like, all Nature knew,
Does honour to Beef, and to Beef-eaters too;
He sings, that the Greeks, by whom Troy Town was fell'd,
In fighting and eating, all Nations excell'd;
And he, for the Day, who was Hero in Chief,
Had a Double Proportion, or Premium of Beef.
Does honour to Beef, and to Beef-eaters too;
He sings, that the Greeks, by whom Troy Town was fell'd,
In fighting and eating, all Nations excell'd;
And he, for the Day, who was Hero in Chief,
Had a Double Proportion, or Premium of Beef.
It was Cacus (some say) tho' that's not Orthodox,
'Twas Milo of Crotos first knock'd down an Ox;
He invited all friends to his Beef-eating Wake,
But first, on Turf Altar, he offer'd a Stake.
The Ætherials regal'd on the odour that 'rose,
Says Epicure Jove, such a Club we'll compose.
'Twas Milo of Crotos first knock'd down an Ox;
He invited all friends to his Beef-eating Wake,
But first, on Turf Altar, he offer'd a Stake.
The Ætherials regal'd on the odour that 'rose,
Says Epicure Jove, such a Club we'll compose.
Then call'd out for Vulcan, the God, limping, came,
And, ogling behind him, attended his Dame;
Each deity seem'd more inclin'd to her Mess,
Than to dine on the best dish Olympus cou'd dress.
Jove silance proclaims, his curls awfully shakes,
And on Ida establish'd a Club of Beef Stakes.
And, ogling behind him, attended his Dame;
Each deity seem'd more inclin'd to her Mess,
Than to dine on the best dish Olympus cou'd dress.
Jove silance proclaims, his curls awfully shakes,
And on Ida establish'd a Club of Beef Stakes.
When Juno, that instant, a female peal rung,
In Jove's hand the Bowl shook, the Toast dy'd on his tongue;
But commanding a Cloud, like a Curtain to fold,
He embrac'd her within it, and silenc'd the Scold.
In practice, ye Husbands, put Jupiter's plan,
And keep your Wives quiet—as well as you can.
In Jove's hand the Bowl shook, the Toast dy'd on his tongue;
But commanding a Cloud, like a Curtain to fold,
He embrac'd her within it, and silenc'd the Scold.
In practice, ye Husbands, put Jupiter's plan,
And keep your Wives quiet—as well as you can.
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