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Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more
Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to read more
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine,
Sabellus, not to bathe.
Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same
abundance as your good fortunes are; and read more
You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same
abundance as your good fortunes are; and yet for aught I see,
they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve
with nothing.
I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.
I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.
Annius has some two hundred tables, and servants for every table.
Dishes run hither and thither, and plates fly read more
Annius has some two hundred tables, and servants for every table.
Dishes run hither and thither, and plates fly about. Such
entertainments as these keep to yourselves, ye pompous; I am ill
pleased with a supper that walks.
First come, first served.
First come, first served.
Yet shall you have to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some better salad
Ushering the read more
Yet shall you have to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some better salad
Ushering the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Limons, and wine for sauce: to these a coney
Is not to be despaired of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.