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.]

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Acorns were good till bread was found.

Acorns were good till bread was found.

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

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

And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil
fail, according to the word of read more

And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil
fail, according to the word of the Lord, which he spake by
Elijah.

They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.

They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

Trust no one unless you have eaten much salt with him.
[Lat., Nemini fidas, nisi cum quo prius multos read more

Trust no one unless you have eaten much salt with him.
[Lat., Nemini fidas, nisi cum quo prius multos modios salis
absumpseris.]