Not so GARGILIUS — sleek voluptuous lord,
A hundred dainties smoak upon his board;
Earth, air, and ocean's ransack'd for the feast,
In masquerade of foreign OLIO'S dress'd;
Who praises, in this sauce-enamour'd age,
Calm, healthful temp'rance, like an INDIAN sage:
But could he walk in publick, were it said,
"GARGILIUS din'd on beef, and eat brown bread?"
Happy the grotto'd hermit with his pulse,
Who wants no truffles, rich ragouts — nor HULSE.