Some men are born to feast, and not to fight;
Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field,
read more

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.

One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.

One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.

Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is
called the staff of Life.

Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is
called the staff of Life.

Better halfe a loafe than no bread.

Better halfe a loafe than no bread.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, read more

But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.

I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.

I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.