Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.
[Fr., Dis moi ce que tu read more

Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.
[Fr., Dis moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es.]

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.]

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?

Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.

Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.

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

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

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."

"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well,"
answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within read more

"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well,"
answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within her,
"we have been so busy to-day that a picked-up dinner must serve."

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as read more

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!