Classic Poem

The voice of the glutton I heard with disdain:
" I've not eaten this hour, I must eat again;
O give me a pudding, a pie, or a tart,
A duck, or a fowl, which I love from my heart!
How sweet is the picking
Of capon or chicken,
A turkey and chine,
Is most charming and fine;
To eat and to drink, all my pleasure is still,
I care not what 'tis, if I have but my fill".

O let me not be like the glutton inclined,
In feasting my body and starving my mind!
With moderate viands be thankful, and pray
That the Lord may supply me with food the next day;
Not always a-craving,
With hunger still raving;
But little and sweet
Be the food that I eat.
To learning and wisdom, O let me apply,
And leave to the glutton his pudding and pie.