'Enough Is As Good As A Feast'

What is Enough? An idle dream! One cannot have enough, I swear, Of Ices or Meringues-and-Cream, Nougat or Chocolate Eclairs, Of Oysters or of Caviar, Of Prawns or Pate de Foie Grar!

Who would not willingly forsake Kindred and Home, without a fuss, For Icing from a Birthday Cake, Or juicy fat Asparagus, And journey over countless seas For New Potatoes and Green Peas?

They say that a Contented Mind Is a Continual Feast;--but where The mental frame, and how to find, Which can with Turtle Soup compare? No mind, however full of Ease, Could be Continual Toasted Cheese.

For dinner have a sole to eat (Some Perrier Jouet, '92), An Entree then (and, with the meat, A bottle of Lafitte will do), A quail, a glass of port (just one), Liqueurs and coffee, and you've done.

Your tastes may be of simpler type;-- A homely pint of 'half-and-half,' An onion and a dish of tripe, Or headpiece of the kindly calf. (Cruel perhaps, but then, you know, ''Faut tout souffrir pour etre veau!')

'Tis a mistake to eat too much Of any dishes but the best; And you, of course, should never touch A thing you know you can't digest; For instance, lobster:--if you do, Well,--I'm amayonnaised at you!

Let this be your heraldic crest: A bottle (charge) of Champagne, A chicken (gorged) with salad (dress'd), Below, this motto to explain-- 'Enough is Very Good, may be; Too Much is Good Enough for Me!'