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Annius has some two hundred tables, and servants for every table.
Dishes run hither and thither, and plates fly read more

Annius has some two hundred tables, and servants for every table.
Dishes run hither and thither, and plates fly about. Such
entertainments as these keep to yourselves, ye pompous; I am ill
pleased with a supper that walks.

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God never sendeth mouth but he sendeth meat.

God never sendeth mouth but he sendeth meat.

by John Heywood Found in: Eating Quotes,
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Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging read more

Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred.

by William Shakespeare Found in: Eating Quotes,
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The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.

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

by Ben Jonson Found in: Eating Quotes,
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Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold read more

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
[Lat., Millia frumenti tua triverit area centum.
Non tuus hinc capiet venter plus ac meus.]

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The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

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He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

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Feast to-day makes fast to-morrow.
[Lat., Festo die si quid prodegeris,
Profesto egere liceat nisi peperceris.]

Feast to-day makes fast to-morrow.
[Lat., Festo die si quid prodegeris,
Profesto egere liceat nisi peperceris.]

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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!

by William Shakespeare Found in: Eating Quotes,
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