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To abstain that we may enjoy is the epicurianism of reason.
[Fr., L'abstenir pur jouir, c'est l'epicurisme de la raison.]
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Source: None
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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.
Author: J.G. Saxe
Source: About Husbands
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A dinner lubricates business.
Author: William Scott, Lord Stowell
Source: quoted in "Boswell's Life of Johnson"
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No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
Grew faw with feasting there.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Antony and Cleopatra (Pompey at II, vi)
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I almost die for food, and let me have it!
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: As You Like It (Orlando at II, vii)
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Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: As You Like It (Duke Senior at II, vii)
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Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Comedy of Errors (Dromio of Syracuse at IV, iii)
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Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Comedy of Errors (Dromio of Syracuse at IV, iii)
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Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Comedy of Errors (Lady Abbess at V, i)
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If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you
would eat chickens i' th' shell.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The History of Troilus and Cressida (Cressida at I, ii)
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He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all of my
substance into that fat belly of his.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part II (Hostess at II, i)
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He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: King Lear (Fool at I, iv)
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Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the
foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallows the old rat
and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the standing pool;
who is whipped from tithing to tithing, and stock-punished and
imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to
his body,
Horse to ride, and weapon to wear,
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: King Lear (Edgar at III, iv)
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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.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Life of Timon of Athens (Timon at III, iv)
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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; sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Life of Timon of Athens (Timon at III, vi)
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Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Love's Labor's Lost (Longaville at I, i)
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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.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Merchant of Venice (Nerissa at I, ii)
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Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Merry Wives of Windsor (Mistress Page at I, i)
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I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Merry Wives of Windsor (Shallow at I, i)
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I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Merry Wives of Windsor (Evans at I, ii)
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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!
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Lysander at II, ii)
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I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Taming of the Shrew (Grumio at IV, iii)
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What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Taming of the Shrew (Grumio at IV, iii)
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My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Taming of the Shrew (Gremio at V, i)
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Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (Gaunt at I, iii)
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But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Winter's Tale (Perdita at IV, iv)
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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.
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Source: Letter to Maria Gisborne
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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."
Author: Sydney Smith
Source: A Receipt for a Salad
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Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat
and drink that they may live.
Author: Socrates
Source: Plutarch's Morals--How a Young Man Ought to Hear Poems
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Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a
porpoise.
Author: Jonathan Swift
Source: Polite Conversation (dialogue II)
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They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
Author: Jonathan Swift
Source: Polite Conversation (dialogue II)
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Bread is the staff of life.
Author: Jonathan Swift
Source: Tale of a Tub
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This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest
men.
Author: Izaak Walton
Source: The Compleat Angler (pt. I, ch. VIII)
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