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

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

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.

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.

All sorrows are good (or are less) with bread.
[Sp., Todos los duelos con pan son buenos (or son read more

All sorrows are good (or are less) with bread.
[Sp., Todos los duelos con pan son buenos (or son menos).]

Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is
called the staff of Life.

Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is
called the staff of Life.

When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred,
He quoth, "A large cold bottle, and a small read more

When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred,
He quoth, "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!"

And in that day did the Lord God of hosts call to weeping, and to
mourning, and to baldness, read more

And in that day did the Lord God of hosts call to weeping, and to
mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:
And behold joy and gladness, slaying oxen, and killing sheep,
eating flesh, and drinking wine: let us eat and drink; for to
morrow we shall die.

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.