What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare.
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What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare.
Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food,
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

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.]

For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
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For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same
abundance as your good fortunes are; and read more

You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same
abundance as your good fortunes are; and yet for aught I see,
they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve
with nothing.

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."