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Our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury.

SHAKSPEARE. He was a man of an unbounded stomach.

SHAKSPEAKE. Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery; The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.

SHAKSPEARE. Read over this, and after this,-and then To breakfast with what appetite you have.

SHAKSPEARE. They would defy That which they love most tenderly ; Quarrel with minced pies, and disparage Their best and dearest friend, plum-porridge ; Fat pig and goose itself oppose, And blaspheme custard thro' their nose.

BUTLER's Hudibras.

He bore
A paunch of mighty bulk before,
Which still he had a special care
To keep well cramm'd with thrifty fare.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.
For finer or fatter
Ne'er ranged in a forest, or smoked in a platter.

GOLDSMITH. Critiqu'd your wine, and analyz'd your meat, Yet on plain pudding deign'd at home to eat.

Pope's Moral Essays. The tankards foam; and the strong table groans Beneath the smoking sirloin, stretch'd immense From side to side, in which, with desperate knife, They deep incisions make.




Their various cares in one great point combine,
The business of their lives—that is, to dine.

Young's Love of Fame.
The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find,
Lies thro' their mouths, or I mistake mankind.

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar.
Behold! his breakfasts shine with reputation ;
His dinners are the wonder of the nation !
With these he treats both commoners and quality,
Who praise, where'er they go, his hospitality.

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar.
Dire was the clang of plates, of knife and fork,
That merciless fell, like tomahawks, to work!

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar.
Famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

Byron's Don Juan.
Besides, I'm hungry, and just now would take.
Like Esau, for my birthright a beef-steak.

Byron's Don Juan.
And when he look'd


his watch again,
He found how much old Time had been a winner-
He also found that he had lost his dinner.

Byron's Don Juan
Nothing's more sure at moments to take hold
Of the best feelings of mankind, which grow

More tender, as we every day behold,
'Than that all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul-the dinner bell !

BYRON'S Don Juan:
When dinner has oppress’d me,
I think it is perhaps the gloomiest hour
Which turns up out of the sad twenty-four.

BYRON'S Don Juan.



He fell upon whate'er was offer'd-like
A priest, a shark, an alderman, or pike.

Byron's Don Juan But man is a carnivorous production,

And must have meat, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey.

Byron's Don Juan. -All human history attests That happiness for man-the hungry sinnerSince Eve ate apples, must depend on dinner!

Byron's Don Juan. The big round dumpling rolling from the pot.

D. HUMPHREYS. The same stale viands serv'd up o'er and o’er, The stomach nauseate.

WYNNE's Ovid


Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
Over his country's wrongs, and, by his face,
This seeming brow of justice, did he win
The hearts of all that he did angle for.

0, he sits high in all the people's hearts;
And that, which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchymy,
Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.

SHAKSPEARE. O breath of public praise, Short-liv d and vain! oft gain'd without desert, As often lost, unmerited !




Who most to shun or hate mankind pretend,
Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend :
Abstract what others feel, what others think,
All pleasures sicken, and all glories sink.

Pope's Essay on Man.
He spoke, and bow'd ; with muttering jaws
The wondering circle grinn'd applause.

Gay's Fables.

The noisy praise
Of giddy crowds is changeable as winds;
Still vehement, and still without a cause ;
Servant to change, and blowing in the tide
Of swoln success; but veering with the ebb,
It leaves the channel dry.


Some shout him, and some hang upon his ear,
To gaze in 's eyes

and bless him. Maidens wave
Their ’kerchiefs, and old women weep for joy ;
While others, not so satisfied, un horse
The gilded equipage, and, turning loose
His steeds, usurp a place they well deserve.

Cowper's Task.

Oh popular applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

Cowper's Task.

In murmur'd pity, or loud-roar'd applause.

Byron's Childe Harold.
What if the popular breath should damn the sun
In his meridian glory?-dost thou think
His beams would fall less brightly?

DaWFs' Athenia. ARCHITECTURE, &c. - ARGUMENT, &c.

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ARCHITECTURE — BUILDING. The princely dome, the column and the arch, The sculptur'd marble, and the breathing gold.

AKEN DR. Here the architect Dia not with curious skill a pile erect Of carved marble, touch, or porphyry, But built a house for hospitality ; No sumptuous chimney-piece of shining stone Invites the stranger's eye to gaze upon, And coldly entertain his sight; but clear And cheerful flames cherish and warm him here.

CAREW. Windows and doors in nameless sculpture drest, With order, symmetry, or taste unblest ; Forms like some bed lam statuary's dream, The craz'd creation of misguided whim.

BURNS. The high embower'd roof, With antique pillars, massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.



But this juggler
Would think to chain my judgment, as mine eyes,
Obtruding false rules prank'd in reason's garb.

Milton's Comus.

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