Line 23-33 he starts speaking to the glutton directly ‘Yet i could hardly change your wish to kiss your palette with the peacock when it’s served, and not the pullet, you’re seduced by vain show, a rare bird costs gold, with it’s ornate tail spectacularly spread: as if it mattered. Do you ever eat those feathers you admire? Does it have the same beauty when it’s cooked? The meat doesn’t differ between the two, yet to think that you will prefer this to that, deceived by the appearance! Well: how can you tell then if the pike that’s gasping here was caught in the Tiber or the sea, in the current near the bridges, or the Tuscan river’s mouth.