By wise Pythagoras taught, young R—s—n's Meals With bloody Viands never are defil'd; For Quadruped, for Bird, for Fish he feels; His Board ne'er smoaks with roast Meat, or with boil'd.
In this one Instance pious, mild, and tame, He's surely in another a great Sinner, For Man, cries R—s—n, Man's alone my Game! On him I make a most delicious Dinner!
To Ven'son and to Partridge I've no Gout; For W—rt—n Tom such Dainties I resign: Give me plump St—v—ns, and large J—hns—n too, And take your Turkey and your savoury Chine.
