Great things were now to be achieved at table,

With massy plate for armour, knives and forks

For weapons; but what Muse since Homer's able

(His feasts are not the worst part of his works)

To draw up in array a single day-bill

Of modern dinners? where more mystery lurks,

In soups or sauces, or a sole ragoút,

Than witches, b—ches, or physicians, brew.