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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.
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as read more
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
Oh, dainty and delicious!
Food for the gods! Ambrosia for Apicius!
Worthy to thrill the soul of read more
Oh, dainty and delicious!
Food for the gods! Ambrosia for Apicius!
Worthy to thrill the soul of sea-born Venus,
Or titillate the palate of Silenus!
The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour,
but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce read more
The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour,
but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?
He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter
in a lordly dish.
He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter
in a lordly dish.
A stomach that is seldom empty despises common food.
[Lat., Jejunus raro stomachus vulgaria temnit.]
A stomach that is seldom empty despises common food.
[Lat., Jejunus raro stomachus vulgaria temnit.]
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the read more
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
Annius has some two hundred tables, and servants for every table.
Dishes run hither and thither, and plates fly read more
Annius has some two hundred tables, and servants for every table.
Dishes run hither and thither, and plates fly about. Such
entertainments as these keep to yourselves, ye pompous; I am ill
pleased with a supper that walks.
