English poem
SONG CCLV. The MISER'S Feasl
by Anonymous
Avarus sent for me to dine, The Day and Guests bespoke, The gilded Plate on Cupboard shine, The Chimneys hardly smoak,
The various Dishes I behold, Polo and Olio Sweet, But Teeth so chatter with the Cold, I knew not how to eat.
Avarus it is my Desire, And with me join the rest, In Winter you'd improve your Fire, Or not till Summer feast,