As long as I have fat turtle-doves, a fig of your lettuce, my
friend, and you may keep your read more

As long as I have fat turtle-doves, a fig of your lettuce, my
friend, and you may keep your shell-fish to yourself. I have no
wish to waste my appetite.

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."

A dinner lubricates business.

A dinner lubricates business.

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
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Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies,
And other such ladylike luxuries.

The genuine Amphitryon is the Amphitryon with whom we dine.
[Fr., Le veritable Amphitryon
Est l'Amphitryon ou read more

The genuine Amphitryon is the Amphitryon with whom we dine.
[Fr., Le veritable Amphitryon
Est l'Amphitryon ou l'on dine.]

When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the
fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.

When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the
fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.

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.

But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by
bread alone, but by every word read more

But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by
bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth
of God.

Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the read more

Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.