“Little slices of horseradish “Will the white sauce much embellish, “So make ready, Friar Jose, “To devour the fish with relish. “And the raisin sauce I spoke of “Makes a most delicious jelly, “And will be full well adapted, “Friar Jose, to thy belly. “What God cooks, is quite perfection-- “Monk, my honest counsel follow, “And be circumcised, your portion “Of Leviathan to swallow.”-- Thus the Rabbi to allure him Spoke with inward mirth insulting, And the Jews, with pleasure grunting, Brandish’d all their knives exulting. To cut off the forfeit foreskins, Victors after all the fighting, Genuine spolia opima In this conflict so exciting. But the monks to their religion Stuck, despite the Jews’ derision, And were equally reluctant To submit to circumcision. Next the Catholic converter Answer’d, when the Jew had finish’d, His abuse again repeating, Full of fury undiminish’d. Then the Rabbi with a cautious Ardour, with his answer follow’d; Though his heart was boiling over, All his rising gall he swallow’d. He appeals unto the Mischna, Treatises and commentaries, And with extracts from the Tausves- Jontof his quotations varies. But what blasphemy now speaks the Friar, arguments in want of! He exclaim’d: “I wish the devil “Had your stupid Tausves-Jontof!” “This surpasses all, good heavens!” Fearfully the Rabbi screeches, And his patience lasts no longer, Like a maniac’s soon his speech is. “If the Tausves-Jontof’s nothing, “What is left? O vile detractor! Lord, avenge this foul transgression! “Punish, Lord, this malefactor! “For the Tausves-Jontof, God, “Is thyself! And on the daring “Tausves-Jontof’s base denier “Thou must vent thy wrath unsparing. “Let the earth consume him, like the “Wicked band of Cora, quickly, “Who their plots and machinations “Sow’d against thee, Lord, so thickly. “Punish, O my God, his baseness! “Thunder forth thy loudest thunder; “Thou with pitch and brimstone Sodom “And Gomorrha didst bring under. “Strike these Capuchins with vigour, “As of yore thou struckest Pharaoh “Who pursued us, as well-laden “Flying from his land we were, Oh! “Knights a hundred thousand follow’d “This proud monarch of Mizrayim, “In steel armour, with bright weapons “In their terrible Jadayim. “Lord, thy right hand then extending, “Pharaoh and his host were smitten “In the Red Sea, and were drown’d there “As we drown a common kitten. “Strike these Capuchins with vigour, “Show the wicked wretches clearly “That the lightnings of thine anger “Are not smoke and bluster merely.