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| We must eat to live, not live to eat. Fielding. | 1 |
| He was a bold man that first ate an oyster. Swift. | 2 |
| The proof of the pudding is in the eating. Cervantes. | 3 |
| Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Shakespeare. | 4 |
| Unquiet meals make ill digestions. Shakespeare. | 5 |
| Feast to-day makes fast to-morrow. Plautus. | 6 |
| Appetite comes with eating. Rabelais. | 7 |
| | Go to your banquet then, but use delight |
| So as to rise still with an appetite. |
Herrick. | 8 |
| Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Shakespeare. | 9 |
| Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are. Brillat Savarin. | 10 |
| I want every peasant to have a chicken in his pot on Sundays. Henry IV. of France. | 11 |
| To abstain that we may enjoy is the epicureanism of reason. Rousseau. | 12 |
| A warmed-up dinner was never worth much. Boileau. | 13 |
| They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives. Swift. | 14 |
| With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder. Shakespeare. | 15 |
| | Now good digestion wait on appetite, |
| And health on both. |
Shakespeare. | 16 |
| They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. Shakespeare. | 17 |
| | Famishd people must be slowly nurst, |
| And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst. |
Byron. | 18 |
| A stomach that is seldom empty despises common food. Horace. | 19 |
| | A surfeit of the sweetest things |
| The deepest loathing to the stomach brings. |
Shakespeare. | 20 |
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| For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner. Samuel Johnson. | 21 |
| My soul tasted that heavenly food, which gives new appetite while it satiates. Dante. | 22 |
| | One solid dish his weekday meal affords, |
| An added pudding solemnizd the Lords. |
Pope. | 23 |
| Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat and drink that they may live. Socrates. | 24 |
| | O hour, of all hours, the most blessd upon earth, |
| The blessed hour of our dinners! |
Lord Lytton. | 25 |
| | The turnpike road to peoples hearts I find |
| Lies through their mouths, or I mistake mankind. |
Dr. Wolcot. | 26 |
| For the sake of health, medicines are taken by weight and measure; so ought food to be, or by some similar rule. Skelton. | 27 |
| For I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else. Samuel Johnson. | 28 |
| Your supper is like the Hidalgos dinner; very little meat, and a great deal of table-cloth. Longfellow. | 29 |
| The difference between a rich man and a poor man is thisthe former eats when he pleases, and the latter when he can get it. Sir Walter Raleigh. | 30 |
| | Some hae meat and canna eat, |
| And some wad eat that want it; |
| But we hae meat, and we can eat; |
| Sae let the Lord be thankit. |
Burns. | 31 |
| Here, dearest Eve, he exclaims, here is food. Well, answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within her, we have been so busy to-day that a picked-up dinner must serve. Nath. Hawthorne. | 32 |
| | All human history attests |
| That happiness for manthe hungry sinner |
| Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. |
Byron. | 33 |
| | Yet shall you have to rectify your palate, |
| An olive, capers, or some better salad |
| Ushering the mutton; with a short-legged hen, |
| If we can get her, full of eggs, and then, |
| Limons, and wine for sauce: to these a coney |
| Is not to be despaired of for our money; |
| And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks, |
| The sky not falling, think we may have larks. |
Ben Jonson. | 34 |
| | Good well-dressd turtle beats them hollow |
| It almost makes me wish, I vow, |
| To have two stomachs, like a cow! |
| And, lo! as with the cud, an inward thrill |
| Upheaved his waistcoat and disturbd his frill, |
| His mouth was oozing, and he workd his jaw |
| I almost think that I could eat one raw. |
Hood. | 35 |
| The chief pleasure (in eating) does not consist in costly seasoning, or exquisite flavor, but in yourself. Do you seek sauce by sweating. Horace. | 36 |
| A woman asked a coachman, Are you full inside? Upon which Lamb put his head through the window, and said: I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gillmans did the business for me. Charles Lamb. | 37 |
| | 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. |
Byron. | 38 |
| | Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs, |
| When seasond by love, which no rancor disturbs |
| And sweetend by all that is sweetest in life |
| Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife! |
| But if, out of humor, and hungry, alone |
| A man should sit down to dinner, each one |
| Of the dishes of which the cook chooses to spoil |
| With a horrible mixture of garlic and oil, |
| The chances are ten against one, I must own, |
| He gets up as ill-tempered as when he sat down. |
Lord Lytton. | 39 |
| | 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 bookswhat is knowledge but grieving? |
| He may live without hopewhat is hope but deceiving? |
| He may live without lovewhat is passion but pining? |
| But where is the man that can live without dining? |
Lord Lytton. | 40 |
| Their best and most wholesome feeding is upon one dish and no more and the same plaine and simple; for surely this hudling of many meats one upon another of divers tastes is pestiferous. But sundrie sauces are more dangerous than that. Pliny. | 41 |
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