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.

Gluttony kills more then the sword.
[Gluttony kills more than the sword.]

Gluttony kills more then the sword.
[Gluttony kills more than the sword.]

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
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Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies,
And other such ladylike luxuries.

The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour,
but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce read more

The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour,
but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?

I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense. and my evening meal,
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I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense. and my evening meal,
The sweets of Hasty-Pudding.

A woman asked a coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb
put his head through the window and read more

A woman asked a coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb
put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full
inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gillman's did the
business for me."

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.

For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of
his mistress. Your diet read more

Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of
his mistress. Your diet shall be in all places alike; make not a
City feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the
first place; sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.