Chapter 1617 of 1964 · 61 words · ~1 min read

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Lord Henry and his lady were the hosts; The party we have touched on were the guests. Their table was a board to tempt even ghosts To pass the Styx for more substantial feasts. I will not dwell upon _ragoûts_ or roasts, Albeit all human history attests That happiness for Man--the hungry sinner!-- Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.