Some men are born to feast, and not to fight;
Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field,
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Some men are born to feast, and not to fight;
Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field,
Still on their dinner turn--
Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home,
And wield a flesh-hook rather than a sword.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging read more

Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred.

Acorns were good till bread was found.

Acorns were good till bread was found.

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold read more

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
[Lat., Millia frumenti tua triverit area centum.
Non tuus hinc capiet venter plus ac meus.]

A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
[A cheerful look makes a dish a feast.]

A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
[A cheerful look makes a dish a feast.]

'Tis not the food, but the content,
That makes the table's merriment.

'Tis not the food, but the content,
That makes the table's merriment.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

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.