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Are you fond of sweet things?

Ay, I could eat myself sick on them!

Good. See you these two sonnets of Monsieur Beuserade…

Hey?

. . Which I fill for you with cream cakes!

Ha!

What say you to the cake they call a little puff?

If made with cream, Sir, I love them passing well.

Here I plunge six for your eating into the bosom of a poem by Saint Amant! And in these verses of Chapelain I glide a lighter morsel. Stay, love you hot cakes?