The Poet Moralizeth — He Discourseth to those who Gorge and

Oh! Kitty Malone — Mrs. Merdle‘ tis now —

Was there ever on earth than this, greater folly?

Still gorging, while groaning, and swearing a vow,

That yours is a case of most sad melancholy.

With table that Croesus never had but might covet,

You live but to eat and to eat‘ cause you love it;

And yet while you swallow great sirloins of meat

Complain like a beggar of nothing to eat.