Roast beef

"We concluded our Walk with a Glass of Burton-Ale, and a Slice of Hung-Beef."

"On side-tables stand wholesome cold-meats, royal rounds of beef not wanting, with bread thinly sliced and buttered:"

"In half a quarter of a mile's length of , at one time, there shall be six hundred newly slaughtered en hanging up, and seven hundred sheep— but, the more the merrier— proof of prosperity. Hard by and Warwick Lane, you shall see the little children, inured to sights of brutality from their birth, trotting along the alleys, mingled with troops of horribly busy pigs, up to their ankles in blood— but it makes the young rascals hardy. Into the imperfect sewers of this overgrown city, you shall have the immense mass of corruption, engendered by these practices, lazily thrown out of sight, to rise, in poisonous gases, into your house at night, when your sleeping children will most readily absorb them, and to find its languid way, at last, into the river that you drink— but, the French are a frog-eating people who wear wooden shoes, and it's O the roast beef of England, my boy, the jolly old English roast beef!"

"When mighty rost Beef was the Englishman’s Food, It ennobled our Hearts, and enriched our Blood; Our Soldiers were brave, and our Courtiers were good. Oh the Rost Beef of Old England, And Old England’s Rost Beef!Then, Britons, from all nice Dainties refrain, Which effeminate Italy, France, and Spain; And mighty Rost Beef shall command on the Main. Oh the Rost Beef, &c."

"Roast beef and plum pudding are also held in superstitious veneration,"

"The English men understand almost better than any other people the art of properly roasting a joint, which is also not to be wondered at; because the art of cooking as practised by most English men does not extent much beyond roast beef and plum pudding."

"When mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman’s Food, It ennobled our Veins and enriched our Blood, Our Soldiers were brave and our Courtiers were good. Oh the Roast Beef of Old England, And old English Roast Beef.But since we have learn’d from all-conquering France To eat their Ragouts as well as to dance, We are fed up with nothing but vain Complaisance. Oh the Roast Beef, &c.Our Fathers of old were robust, stout, and strong, And kept open House with good Cheer all Day long, Which made their plump Tenants rejoice in this song, Oh the Roast Beef, &c.But now we are dwindled, to what shall I name? A sneaking poor Race, half begotten—and tame, Who sully the Honours that once shone in Fame. Oh the Roast Beef, &c.When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the Throne, E’er Coffee, or Tea, and such Slip Slops were known, The World was in Terror, if e’er she did frown. Oh the Roast Beef, &c.In those Days, if Fleets did presume on the Main, They seldom, or never return’d back again, As witness the vaunting Armada of Spain. Oh the Roast Beef, &c.Oh then they had Stomachs to eat and to fight, And when Wrongs were a-cooking to do themselves right. But now we’re a—I cou’d—but good Night. Oh the Roast Beef of Old England, And old English Roast Beef."

"Give but an Englishman his whore and ease, Beef and a sea-coal fire, he's yours forever."

"I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit."