Champagne doth not a luncheon make,
Nor caviare a meal;
Men gluttonous and rich may take
These till they make them ill.
If I’ve potatoes to my chop,
And after that have cheese,
Angels in Pond & Spiers’s shop
Serve no such luxuries.
(Horace Smith)
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