"Good, well-dress'd turtle beats them hollow,--
It almost makes me wish, I vow,
To have two stomachs, read more

"Good, well-dress'd turtle beats them hollow,--
It almost makes me wish, I vow,
To have two stomachs, like a cow!"
And lo! as with the cud, an inward thrill
Upheaved his waistcoat and disturb'd his frill,
His mouth was oozing, and he work'd his jaw--
"I almost that that I could eat one raw."

'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.

Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter
in a lordly dish.

He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter
in a lordly dish.

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.]

For I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will
hardly mind anything else.

For I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will
hardly mind anything else.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging read more

Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred.