Acorns were good till bread was found.

Acorns were good till bread was found.

He hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious
epicure--and for such a tomb might be read more

He hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious
epicure--and for such a tomb might be content to die.

He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all of my
substance into that fat read more

He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all of my
substance into that fat belly of his.

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.]

He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.

He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.

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?

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.

But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by
bread alone, but by every word read more

But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by
bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth
of God.

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.