Goooood morning !
Thou cursed Cook, with thy perpetual Noyce.
May'st thou be Capon made, and lose Voice,
Or on a Dunghil may'st thou spend Blood,
And Vermin prey upon thy craven Brood;
May Rivals tread thy Hens before thy Face,
Then with redoubled Courage give thee chase;
May'st thou be punish'd for St.Peter's Crime,
And on Shrove-tuesday, perish in thy Prime;
May thy bruis'd Carcass be some Beggar's Feast,
Thou first and worst Disturber of Man's Rest...
Thou cursed Cook, with thy perpetual Noyce.
May'st thou be Capon made, and lose Voice,
Or on a Dunghil may'st thou spend Blood,
And Vermin prey upon thy craven Brood;
May Rivals tread thy Hens before thy Face,
Then with redoubled Courage give thee chase;
May'st thou be punish'd for St.Peter's Crime,
And on Shrove-tuesday, perish in thy Prime;
May thy bruis'd Carcass be some Beggar's Feast,
Thou first and worst Disturber of Man's Rest...
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