For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that
one teach you again which be the first principles of the oracles
of God: and are become such as have need of milk, and not of
strong meat.
For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of
righteousness: for he is a babe.
But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even
those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern
both good and evil.
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For I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will
hardly mind anything else.
For I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will
hardly mind anything else.
Better halfe a loafe than no bread.
Better halfe a loafe than no bread.
The stomach carries the heart, and not the heart the stomach.
[Sp., Tripas llevan corazon, que no corazon tripas.]
The stomach carries the heart, and not the heart the stomach.
[Sp., Tripas llevan corazon, que no corazon tripas.]
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of
his mistress. Your diet read more
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of
his mistress. Your diet shall be in all places alike; make not a
City feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the
first place; sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
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.]
What, did you not know, then, that to-day Lucullus dines with
Lucullus?
What, did you not know, then, that to-day Lucullus dines with
Lucullus?
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.
