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.

A loaf of bread, the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
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A loaf of bread, the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters, dear,
We can begin to feed!

Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
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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.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

To abstain that we may enjoy is the epicurianism of reason.
[Fr., L'abstenir pur jouir, c'est l'epicurisme de la read more

To abstain that we may enjoy is the epicurianism of reason.
[Fr., L'abstenir pur jouir, c'est l'epicurisme de la raison.]

'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.

When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the
fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.

When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the
fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.

Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.

Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.