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.
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You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to read more
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine,
Sabellus, not to bathe.
Yet shall you have to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some better salad
Ushering the read more
Yet shall you have to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some better salad
Ushering the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Limons, and wine for sauce: to these a coney
Is not to be despaired of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the
usual trimmings.
A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the
usual trimmings.
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of read more
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
Gluttony kills more than the sword, and is the kindler of all
evils.
[Lat., Gula plures occidit quam read more
Gluttony kills more than the sword, and is the kindler of all
evils.
[Lat., Gula plures occidit quam gladius, estque fomes omnium
malorum.]
O hour, of all hours, the most blesse'd upon earth,
The bless'd hour of our dinners!
O hour, of all hours, the most blesse'd upon earth,
The bless'd hour of our dinners!
And in this mountain shall the Lord of hosts make unto all people
a feast of fat things, a read more
And in this mountain shall the Lord of hosts make unto all people
a feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees, of fat
things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.
