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Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.
Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.
I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.
The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.
And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil
fail, according to the word of read more
And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil
fail, according to the word of the Lord, which he spake by
Elijah.
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food
It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood--
Our read more
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food
It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood--
Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good.
Oh! the roast beef of England.
And Old England's roast beef.
As long as I have fat turtle-doves, a fig of your lettuce, my
friend, and you may keep your read more
As long as I have fat turtle-doves, a fig of your lettuce, my
friend, and you may keep your shell-fish to yourself. I have no
wish to waste my appetite.
I want every peasant to have a chicken in his pot on Sundays.
[Fr., Je veux que le dimanche read more
I want every peasant to have a chicken in his pot on Sundays.
[Fr., Je veux que le dimanche chaque paysan ait sa poule au pot.]
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.]
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.