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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.
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.
And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.
And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.
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!
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.
What baron or squire
Or knight of the shire
Lives half so well as a holy friar.
What baron or squire
Or knight of the shire
Lives half so well as a holy friar.
A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
[A cheerful look makes a dish a feast.]
A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
[A cheerful look makes a dish a feast.]
