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All sorrows are good (or are less) with bread.
[Sp., Todos los duelos con pan son buenos (or son read more
All sorrows are good (or are less) with bread.
[Sp., Todos los duelos con pan son buenos (or son menos).]
Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more
Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."
Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.
Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.
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.
Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.
[Fr., Dis moi ce que tu read more
Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.
[Fr., Dis moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es.]
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you
would eat chickens i' read more
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you
would eat chickens i' th' shell.
He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.
He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.
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.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold read more
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
[Lat., Millia frumenti tua triverit area centum.
Non tuus hinc capiet venter plus ac meus.]