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.

To eat at another's table is your ambition's height.
[Lat., Bona summa putes, aliena vivere quadra.]

To eat at another's table is your ambition's height.
[Lat., Bona summa putes, aliena vivere quadra.]

Some men are born to feast, and not to fight;
Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field,
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Some men are born to feast, and not to fight;
Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field,
Still on their dinner turn--
Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home,
And wield a flesh-hook rather than a sword.

First come, first served.

First come, first served.

Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all of my
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He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all of my
substance into that fat belly of his.

When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan,
Even before he gets so far
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When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan,
Even before he gets so far
As the place where the clustered palm-trees are,
At the last of the thirty palace-gates
The pet of the harem, Rose-in-Bloom,
Orders a feast in his favorite room--
Glittering square of colored ice,
Sweetened with syrup, tinctured with spice,
Creams, and cordials, and sugared dates,
Syrian apples, Othmanee quinces,
Limes and citrons and apricots,
And wines that are known to Eastern princes.

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.

The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.

The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.