And new-laid eggs, which Baucis busy care Turnd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.1
Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97.
Note 1. Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted or rare, on the Tuesdays.Charles Lamb: Christs Hospital five-and-thirty Years Ago. [back]