My Lord, <br />Our weekly friends to-morrow meet <br />At Matthew's palace in Duke-street, <br />To try for once if they can dine <br />On bacon-ham and mutton-chine. <br />If, wearied with the great affairs <br />Which Britain trusts to Harley's cares, <br />Thou, humble statesman, may'st descend <br />Thy mind one moment to unbend, <br />To see thy servant from his soul <br />Crown with thy health the sprightly bowl, <br />Among the guests, which e'er my house <br />Received it never can produce <br />Of honour a more glorious proof - <br />Though Dorset used to bless the roof.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-extempore-invitation-to-the-earl-of-oxford-lord-high-treasurer/
