Butter Recipe

Vessels large

And broad, by the sweet hand of neatness clean'd,

Meanwhile, in decent order ranged appear,

The milky treasure, strain'd thro' filtering lawn,

Intended to receive. At early day,

Sweet slumber shaken from her opening lids,

My lovely Patty to her dairy hies;

There, from the surface of expanded bowls

She skims the floating cream, and to her churn

Commits the rich consistence; nor disdains,

Though soft her hand, though delicate her frame,

To urge the rural toil, fond to obtain

The country housewife's humble name and praise.

Continued agitation separates soon

The unctuous particles; with gentler strokes

And artful, soon they coalesce; at length

Cool water pouring from the limpid spring

Into a smooth glazed vessel, deep and wide,

She gathers the loose fragments to a heap,

Which in the cleansing wave, well wrought and press'd,

To one consistent golden mass, receives

The sprinkled seasoning, and of pats or pounds

The fair impression, the neat shape assumes.

DODSLEY.

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