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What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
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For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And the whole congregation of the children of Israel murmured
against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness:
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And the whole congregation of the children of Israel murmured
against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness:
And the children of Israel said unto them, Would to God we had
died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by
the flesh pots, and when we did eat bread to the full; for ye
have brought us forth into this wilderness, to kill this whole
assembly with hunger.
The stomach carries the heart, and not the heart the stomach.
[Sp., Tripas llevan corazon, que no corazon tripas.]
The stomach carries the heart, and not the heart the stomach.
[Sp., Tripas llevan corazon, que no corazon tripas.]
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
Man is a carnivorous production,
And must have meals, at least one meal a day;
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Man is a carnivorous production,
And must have meals, at least one meal a day;
He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction,
But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey;
Although his anatomical construction
Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way,
Your laboring people think beyond all question,
Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.
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.
"An't it please your Honour," quoth the Peasant,
"This same Desset is not so pleasant:
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"An't it please your Honour," quoth the Peasant,
"This same Desset is not so pleasant:
Give me again my hollow Tree,
A Crust of Bread, and Liberty."
What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare.
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What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare.
Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food,
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.