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“Chi ben vive, ben muore,

Io lo credo in mio cuore;

Oggi vivo, in figura,

E doman in sepoltura,

Ho scappato ben il orco,

Morto io, morto il porco!” [23]

“He who lives well may well depart,

As I believe with all my heart.

To-day alive, and all in bloom,

To-morrow buried in the tomb;

But I’ve escaped, and don’t care why!

If I were dead the pig might die!

The pig might die, the world be burned!

And everything to ashes turned!”

Which pious song being ended, he asked them why they were all staring at him like a party of stuck pigs, and bade them scamper and send out for a good supper, with flowers and wine; and on their asking what he would have, he replied, still singing:

“Everything to please the palate,

Venison, woodcocks, larks, and sallet,

Partridges both wild and tame,

And every other kind of game,

Buttered eggs and macaroni,

Salmagundi, rice and honey,

Mince-pies and oyster too,

Lobster patties, veal ragoût,

Beef, with mushrooms round the dish,

And everything that heart could wish.”