Then there was God knows what “à l’Allemande,”
“À l’Espagnole,” “timballe,” and “salpicon”—
With things I can’t withstand or understand,
Though swallowed with much zest upon the whole;
And “entremets” to piddle with at hand,
Gently to lull down the subsiding soul;
While great Lucullus’ Robe triumphal muffles—
(There’s fame)—young partridge fillets, decked with truffles.