Upon Burr.

Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears
Nothing he loves on't but the chaps and ears:
But carve to him the fat flanks, and he shall
Rid these, and those, and part by part eat all.

Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose
By his proboscis that he is all nose.

Shark, when he goes to any public feast,
Eats to one's thinking, of all there, the least.
What saves the master of the house thereby
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide codpiece, dinner being done,
Two napkins cramm'd up, and a silver spoon?

Hog has a place i' the' kitchen, and his share,
The flimsy livers and blue gizzards are.

Rump is a turn-broach, yet he seldom can
Steal a swoln sop out of a dripping-pan.

Fie, quoth my lady, what a stink is here?
When 'twas her breath that was the carrionere.