Did Phoebus flee Thyestes' feast?
No faithful record still endures.
But I, his bard, must be released
From yours.

You keep a splendid table — true,
To tempt the jaded appetite,
Yet is the feast in vain — for you
Recite.

Away with fine and dainty fish,
Away be all the mushrooms flung,
You spoil my palate with a dish