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.
You May Also Like / View all maxioms
Whether woodcock or partridge, what does it signify, if the taste
is the same? But the partridge is dearer, read more
Whether woodcock or partridge, what does it signify, if the taste
is the same? But the partridge is dearer, and therefore thought
preferable.
Better halfe a loafe than no bread.
Better halfe a loafe than no bread.
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.
To eat at another's table is your ambition's height.
[Lat., Bona summa putes, aliena vivere quadra.]
To eat at another's table is your ambition's height.
[Lat., Bona summa putes, aliena vivere quadra.]
Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.
Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.
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.
A very man--not one of nature's clods--
With human failings, whether saint or sinner:
Endowed perhaps with read more
A very man--not one of nature's clods--
With human failings, whether saint or sinner:
Endowed perhaps with genius from the gods
But apt to take his temper from his dinner.
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.
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.
