A Box made like an Egg

AS an Egg is Full of Meat,
So, in sooth, am I of Sorrow,
That your Box so fine, so neat,
I without your leave should borrow.
Now I sigh, and now I groan,
O're and o're the Crime repented;
Moan and sob, and sob and Moan,
To my very Gus tormented.
How did I in Doggrel Rhymes,
Mind my fault, and wail and grieve it?
Should I tell you twenty times,
Ne're the sooner you'd believe it.
But since your Box has, fie upon't!
Brought me to so much Confusion;
To the lawful Owner on't
Thus I make a Restitution.
Down to Dinner now they call,
Gizzard now begins to grumble;
Pray my Service unto all,
So I rest,