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Rh "The remedy, he says, is port,
 * (Which he compares to nectar,)

And, as the inns where it is bought Have always been his chief resort,
 * We call him the Inn-Spectre."

I bear as well as any man
 * The washiest of witticisms;

And nothing could be sweeter than My temper, till the ghost began
 * Some most provoking criticisms.

"Cooks need not be indulged in waste,
 * Yet still you'd better teach them

Dishes should have some sort of taste— Pray, why are all the cruets placed
 * Where nobody can reach them?