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The stomach carries the heart, and not the heart the stomach.
[Sp., Tripas llevan corazon, que no corazon tripas.]
The stomach carries the heart, and not the heart the stomach.
[Sp., Tripas llevan corazon, que no corazon tripas.]
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."
Free livers on a small scale; who are prodigal within the compass
of a guinea.
Free livers on a small scale; who are prodigal within the compass
of a guinea.
And she said, As the Lord thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but
an handful of meal read more
And she said, As the Lord thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but
an handful of meal in a barrel, and a little oil in a cruse:
and, behold, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and
dress it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die.
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
Ratons and myse and soche smale dere
That was his mete that vii. yere.
Ratons and myse and soche smale dere
That was his mete that vii. yere.
Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the read more
Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the
foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallows the old rat
and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the standing pool;
who is whipped from tithing to tithing, and stock-punished and
imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to
his body,
Horse to ride, and weapon to wear,
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.