Classic Poem

Follows here the strict receipt
For that sauce to dainty meat,
Named Idleness, which many eat
By preference, and call it sweet:
First watch for morsels, like a bound ,
Mix well with buffets, stir them round
With good thick oil of flatteries ,
And froth with mean self-lauding lies .
Serve warm: the vessels you must choose
To keep it in are dead men's shoes .