It's a bit confused at the moment, I'll try to sort it out later.

A mistake in the kitchen one day, and while the rest of the household sup on the golden broth of a cockerel, out comes a bowl of thin, snottery gruel for Mhairi.

your levy Must be suppliant

And Eve within, due at her hour prepar'd / For dinner favourie fruits, of taſte to pleaſe / True appetite, and not diſreliſh thirſt