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.

I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.

I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.

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?

If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you
would eat chickens i' read more

If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you
would eat chickens i' th' shell.

Mithriades, by frequently drinking poison, rendered it impossible
for any poison to hurt him. You, Cinna, by always dining read more

Mithriades, by frequently drinking poison, rendered it impossible
for any poison to hurt him. You, Cinna, by always dining on next
to nothing, have taken due precaution against ever perishing from
hunger.

Gluttony kills more then the sword.
[Gluttony kills more than the sword.]

Gluttony kills more then the sword.
[Gluttony kills more than the sword.]

For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he
does of his dinner.

For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he
does of his dinner.

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like read more

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran,--
But let me live by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.

A woman asked a coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb
put his head through the window and read more

A woman asked a coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb
put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full
inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gillman's did the
business for me."