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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.
Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the read more
Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the
foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallows the old rat
and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the standing pool;
who is whipped from tithing to tithing, and stock-punished and
imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to
his body,
Horse to ride, and weapon to wear,
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Your supper is like the Hidalgo's dinner; very little meat, and a
great deal of tablecloth.
Your supper is like the Hidalgo's dinner; very little meat, and a
great deal of tablecloth.
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.
Acorns were good till bread was found.
Acorns were good till bread was found.
When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan,
Even before he gets so far
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When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan,
Even before he gets so far
As the place where the clustered palm-trees are,
At the last of the thirty palace-gates
The pet of the harem, Rose-in-Bloom,
Orders a feast in his favorite room--
Glittering square of colored ice,
Sweetened with syrup, tinctured with spice,
Creams, and cordials, and sugared dates,
Syrian apples, Othmanee quinces,
Limes and citrons and apricots,
And wines that are known to Eastern princes.
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
All human history attests
That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!--
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on read more
All human history attests
That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!--
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.
