Inhospitably hast thou entertained, br O Poet, us the bidden to thy board, br Whom in mid-feast, and while our thousand mouths br Are one laudation of the festal cheer, br Thou from thy table dost dismiss, unfilled. br Yet loudlier thee than many a lavish host br We praise, and oftener thy repast half-served br Than many a stintless banquet, prodigally br Through satiate hours prolonged; nor praise less well br Because with tongues thou hast not cloyed, and lips br That mourn the parsimony of affluent souls, br And mix the lamentation with the laud.