We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience, and live without heart;
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We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience, and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man cannot live without cooks.
He may live without books,--what is knowledge but grieving?
He may live without hope,--what is hope but deceiving?
He may live without love,--what is passion but pining?
But where is the man that can live without dining?

Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he
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Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he
does not dine at all, except when invited out.

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.

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.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.

The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.

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.

Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye
shall eat, or what ye shall read more

Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye
shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye
shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body more
than raiment?

'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
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'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
I've ate and can't digest.