They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.

They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.

Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
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Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies,
And other such ladylike luxuries.

Better halfe a loafe than no bread.

Better halfe a loafe than no bread.

'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
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'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
I've ate and can't digest.

That famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

That famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.