English poem
A RECEIPT To Make SOUP
by Alexander Pope (1688–1744)
Take a Knuckle of Veal, (You may buy it, or steal) In a few Pieces cut it, In a Stew-Pan put it.
Salt, Pepper, and Mace Must season this Knuckle, And what's join'd to a Place, With other Herbs muckle.
That which killed King Will. And what never stands still, Some Sprigs of that Bed Where Children are bred: This, much you may mend, if Both Spinage and Endive, And Lettice and Beet, With Marigolds meet, Put no Water at all, For it maketh Things small, Which left it should happen, A close Cover clap on. Put in Pot of Wood's Metal, (That's a boiling hot Kettle) And there let it be, (Mark the Doctrine I teach) About—let me see, Thrice as long as I preach: So skimming the Fat off, Say Grace with your Hat off; And then with what Rapture Will it fill Dean and Chapter?
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- A Farewell To London
- A Fragment Of A Poem.
- A Fragment.
- A Prologue
- A Version of the first PSALM. For the Use of a Young Lady
- AN EPISTLE FROM Dr. LITTLETON at Cambridge, To his Friend at Eton
- AN EPISTLE FROM Mr. POPE to Mr. GAY, Occasioned by Two STANZAS in his BALLAD of Black-Ey'd SUSAN. 1726
- An Essay on Criticism.