The Poet Moralizeth — He Discourseth to Those Who Gorge and Complain
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.