Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/A Breakfast of Learning

A Breakfast of Learning.

As lately a sage on fine ham was repasting
(Though for breakfast too savoury, I ween),
He exclaimed to a friend who sat silent and fasting,
"What a breakfast of learning is mine!"
"A breakfast of learning!" with wonder he cried,
And laughed, for he thought him mistaken.
"Why, what is it else," the sage quickly replied,
"When I'm make large extracts from Bacon?"