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Oh, dainty and delicious!
Food for the gods! Ambrosia for Apicius!
Worthy to thrill the soul of read more
Oh, dainty and delicious!
Food for the gods! Ambrosia for Apicius!
Worthy to thrill the soul of sea-born Venus,
Or titillate the palate of Silenus!
A stomach that is seldom empty despises common food.
[Lat., Jejunus raro stomachus vulgaria temnit.]
A stomach that is seldom empty despises common food.
[Lat., Jejunus raro stomachus vulgaria temnit.]
And she said, As the Lord thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but
an handful of meal read more
And she said, As the Lord thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but
an handful of meal in a barrel, and a little oil in a cruse:
and, behold, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and
dress it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die.
But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by
bread alone, but by every word read more
But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by
bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth
of God.
A warmed-up dinner was never worth much.
[Fr., Un diner rechauffe ne valut jamais rien.]
A warmed-up dinner was never worth much.
[Fr., Un diner rechauffe ne valut jamais rien.]
For, behold, the Lord, the Lord of hosts, doth take away from
Jerusalem and from Judah the stay and read more
For, behold, the Lord, the Lord of hosts, doth take away from
Jerusalem and from Judah the stay and the staff, the whole stay
of bread, and the whole stay of water.
Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he
does not dine at all, read more
Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he
does not dine at all, except when invited out.
See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In
amazement you will exclaim: Where could this read more
See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In
amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?
But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, read more
But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.