To make this condiment your poet begs

The powdered yellow of two boiled eggs;

Two boiled potatoes passed through the kitchen sieve, Smoothness and softness to the salad give;

Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl

And, half suspected, animate the whole; Of mordant mustard add a single spoon - Distrust the condiment that bites so soon;

But, deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault,

To add a double quantity of salt;

Four times the spoon with oil from Lucca crown, And twice with vinegar procured from town;

And lastly, o'er the flavored compound toss

A magic soup'con of anchovy sauce.

Oh, green and glorious! Oh, herbaceous treat! 'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat.