'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
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'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
I've ate and can't digest.

The belly (i.e. necessity) is the teacher of art and the liberal
bestower of wit.
[Lat., Magister artis read more

The belly (i.e. necessity) is the teacher of art and the liberal
bestower of wit.
[Lat., Magister artis ingenique largitor Venter.]

First come, first served.

First come, first served.

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.

Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye
shall eat, or what ye shall read more

Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye
shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye
shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body more
than raiment?

'Tis not the food, but the content,
That makes the table's merriment.

'Tis not the food, but the content,
That makes the table's merriment.

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.

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.

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