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214 EATING EATING

"Pray take them, Sir,—Enough's a Feast;
Eat some, and pocket up the rest."
 | author = Pope
 | work = First Book of Horace. Ep. VII. L. 24.


"An't it please your Honour," quoth the Peasant,
"This same Dessert is not so pleasant:
Give me again my hollow Tree,
A crust of Bread, and Liberty."
 | author = Pope
 | work = Second Book of Horace. Last lines.


One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
 | author = Pope
 | work = Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 447.


"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
 | author = Pope
 | work = Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 461.


Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than
a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
Proverbs. XV. 17.


L'abstenir pour jouir, c'est l'epicurisme de la
raison.
To abstain that we may enjoy is the epicurianism of reason.
Rousseau.


Dis moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que
tues.
Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you
what you are.
Briixat Savaein—Physwhgie du Gout.


A very man—not one of nature's clods—
With human failings, whether saint or sinner:
Endowed perhaps with genius from the gods
But apt to take his temper from his dinner.
J. G. Saxe—About Husbands.


A dinner lubricates business.
William Scott. Quoted in Boswell's Life
of Johnson.
 But, first
Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius
Caesar
Grew fat with feasting there.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 63.


Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 106.


If you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a
long spoon.
Comedy of Errors. Act rV. Sc. 3. L. 61.


Unquiet meals make ill digestions.
Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 75.


He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 81.


He that keeps nor crust nor crum,
Weary of all, shall want some.
King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 216.
But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
King Lear. Act III. Sc. 4.
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 | text = <poem>Pat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 26.


They are as sick that surfeit with too much,
as they that starve with nothing.
Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 5.
 A surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 2.
L. 137.


I wished your venison better; it was ill kill'd.
Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 83.


Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.
Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 202.


I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come.
Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 12.


Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Richard II. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 237.


I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?
Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 19.


What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 23.


My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.
Taming of the Shrew. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 143.


I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide.
Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 118.


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.
Timon of Athens. Act in. Sc. 6. L. 73.
You would eat chickens i' the shell.
Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 2.
L. 147.
 Our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest with it a custom, I should blush
To see you so attir'd.
Winter's Tale. Act rV. Sc. 4. L. 10.


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.
Shelley—Letter to Maria Gisborne.