Fowls “à la Condé,” slices eke of salmon,
With “sauces Génevoises,” and haunch of venison;
Wines too, which might again have slain young Ammon—
A man like whom I hope we shan’t see many soon;
They also set a glazed Westphalian ham on,
Whereon Apicius would bestow his benison;
And then there was champagne with foaming whirls,
As white as Cleopatra’s melted pearls.