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No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. read more
No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
Grew faw with feasting there.
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.]
Whether woodcock or partridge, what does it signify, if the taste
is the same? But the partridge is dearer, read more
Whether woodcock or partridge, what does it signify, if the taste
is the same? But the partridge is dearer, and therefore thought
preferable.
When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the
fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the
fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
All sorrows are good (or are less) with bread.
[Sp., Todos los duelos con pan son buenos (or son read more
All sorrows are good (or are less) with bread.
[Sp., Todos los duelos con pan son buenos (or son menos).]
"Good, well-dress'd turtle beats them hollow,--
It almost makes me wish, I vow,
To have two stomachs, read more
"Good, well-dress'd turtle beats them hollow,--
It almost makes me wish, I vow,
To have two stomachs, like a cow!"
And lo! as with the cud, an inward thrill
Upheaved his waistcoat and disturb'd his frill,
His mouth was oozing, and he work'd his jaw--
"I almost that that I could eat one raw."
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.
To abstain that we may enjoy is the epicurianism of reason.
[Fr., L'abstenir pur jouir, c'est l'epicurisme de la read more
To abstain that we may enjoy is the epicurianism of reason.
[Fr., L'abstenir pur jouir, c'est l'epicurisme de la raison.]
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.