Invitation

F ORSTER ! come hither, I pray, to the Fast of our Anglican Martyr.
Turbot our Church has allow'd, and perhaps (not without dispensation)
Pheasant; then strawberry cream, green-gages, and apricot-jelly,
Oranges housewives call pot , and red-rinded nuts of Avella,
Filberts we name them at home—happy they who have teeth for the crackers!
Blest, but in lower degree, whose steel-arm'd right-hand overcomes them!
I, with more envy than spite, look on and sip sadly my claret.
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