You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to read more

You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine,
Sabellus, not to bathe.

And she said, As the Lord thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but
an handful of meal read more

And she said, As the Lord thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but
an handful of meal in a barrel, and a little oil in a cruse:
and, behold, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and
dress it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die.

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."

He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all of my
substance into that fat read more

He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all of my
substance into that fat belly of his.

My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of read more

My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.

Man is a carnivorous production,
And must have meals, at least one meal a day;
He cannot read more

Man is a carnivorous production,
And must have meals, at least one meal a day;
He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction,
But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey;
Although his anatomical construction
Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way,
Your laboring people think beyond all question,
Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.

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.

However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still
greater than the dish.

However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still
greater than the dish.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.