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Such guests as you, sir, were not in my mind / When I my homely dish with care designed; / 'Twas certain humble souls I would have fed / Who do not turn from wholesome milk and bread: / You came, slow-trotting on the narrow way, / O'erturned the food, and trod it in the clay; / Then low with discoid nostrils sniffing curt, / Cried, "Sorry cook! why, what a mess of dirt! "