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 Should some chance guest surprise you late at night, For fear the new-killed fowl prove tough to bite, Plunge it while living in Falernian lees, And then 'twill be as tender as you please. Mushrooms that grow in meadows are far best; You can't be too suspicious of the rest. He that would pass through summer without hurt Should eat a plate of mulberries for dessert, But mind to pluck them in the morning hour, Before the mid-day sun exerts its power.
 * Aufidius used Falernian, rich and strong,

To mingle with his honey: he did wrong: For when the veins are empty, 'tis not well To pour in fiery drinks to make them swell: Mild gentle draughts will better do their part In nourishing the cockles of the heart. In costive cases, limpets from the shell Are a cheap way the evil to dispel, With groundling sorrel: but white Coan neat You'll want to make the recipe complete. For catching shell-fish the new moon's the time, But there's a difference between clime and clime; Baiæ is good, but to the Lucrine yields; Circeii ranks as best for oyster-fields; Misenum's cape with urchins is supplied; Flat bivalve mussels are Tarentum's pride.
 * Let no man fancy he knows how to dine

Till he has learnt how taste and taste combine. 'Tis not enough to sweep your fish away