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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!
God never sendeth mouth but he sendeth meat.
God never sendeth mouth but he sendeth meat.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same
abundance as your good fortunes are; and read more
You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same
abundance as your good fortunes are; and yet for aught I see,
they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve
with nothing.
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.
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.
Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat
and drink that they may live.
Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat
and drink that they may live.
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.
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.