Food And Drink

"If ye like the nut, crack it."

"What does the good ship bear so well? The cocoa-nut with its stony shell, And the milky sap of its inner cell."

"The bodie bigge, and mightely pight, Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight; Whilome had bene the king of the field, And mochell mast to the husband did yielde, And with his nuts larded many swine."

"Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but sticketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill."

"The body was born and it will die. But for the soul there is no death. It is like the betel-nut. When the nut is ripe it does not stick to the shell. But when it is green it is difficult to separate it from the shell. After realizing God, one does not identify oneself any more with the body. Then one knows that body and soul are two different things."

"He shewed me a little thing, the quantity of an hazel-nut, in the palm of my hand; and it was as round as a ball. I looked thereupon with eye of my understanding, and thought: What may this be? And it was answered generally thus: It is all that is made. I marvelled how it might last, for methought it might suddenly have fallen to naught for little."

"That's the whole point of nuts: to provide the embryo with all that is needed to start a new life."

"And I hold on to you until the light pours like honey"

"ἵππος δραμών, κύων ἰχνεύσας, μέλισσα μέλι ποιήσασα, ἄνθρωπος δ εὖ ποιήσας οὐκ ἐπίσταται, ἀλλὰ μεταβαίνει ἐφ ἕτερον, ὡς ἄμπελος ἐπὶ τὸ πάλιν ἐν τῇ ὥρᾳ τὸν βότρυν ἐνεγκεῖν. ἐν τούτοις οὖν δεῖ εἶναι τοῖς τρόπον τινὰ ἀπαρακολουθήτως αὐτὸ ποιοῦσι."

"The Words of Kindness are more healing to a drooping Heart than Balm or Honey: and if ever Gratitude fully possessed the human Breast, it might at that Instant be said to possess the Breast of Cynthia."

"When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees."

"Nothing but Money, Is Sweeter than Honey."

"The bee collects honey from flowers in such a way as to do the least damage or destruction to them, and he leaves them whole, undamaged and fresh, just as he found them."

"You moved like honey in my dream last night"

"Sunlight loves me, feeds me milk and honey"

"Milk and honey pouring down like money"

"And it's just like honey when you're love comes over me"

"And they check the phase much faster licking honey from a knife"

"Listen to the girl As she takes on half the world Moving up and so alive In her honey dripping Beehive Beehive It's good, so good, it's so good"

"She got the honey, and I got some money to buy her a big bouquet"

"I smell honey in your hair"

"Your love was sticky like honey"

"I taste honey but I haven't seen the hive Yeah I didn't look, I didn't even try"

"We are honey and the bee Backyard of butterflies surrounded me I fell in love with you Like bees to honey"

"Honey in the morning, honey in the evening, honey at suppertime Be my little honey and love me all the time"

"There's a lot of honey in this world Baby this honey's from me You've got to do what you do Do it with me"

"Milk and toast and honey make it sunny on a rainy Saturday"

"A taste of honey Tasting much sweeter than wine"

"Who wants honey As long as there's some money? Who wants that honey?"

"In the days When we were swinging from the trees I was a monkey Stealing honey from a swarm of bees"

"The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy."

"Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise Their Master's flower, but leave it having done, As fair as ever and as fit to use; So both the flower doth stay and honey run."

"O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles. Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."

"The rose is red, the violet's blue The honey's sweet, and so are you. Thou are my love and I am thine; I drew thee to my Valentine. The lot was cast and then I drew; And Fortune said it shou'd be you."

"How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower."

"We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers, and dress like this!"

"Well, all I know is, mama only got a taste of honey. But she wanted the whole beehive."

"To make honey, young bee need young flower, not old prune."

"That buzzing noise means something. Now, the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you are…a bee! And the only reason for being a bee is to make honey. And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it."

"What’s to enjoy? I mean, it’s not like a surprise opportunity here. Ever since I was a larva, the only thing I’ve heard about is honey. Every minute of the day. It’s honey this and honey that. Honey, honey, honey. Everything is honey! Well, there’s also wax but mostly it’s honey."

"This earth is the honey (madhu, the effect) of all beings, and all beings are the honey (madhu, the effect) of this earth. Likewise this bright, immortal person in this earth, and that bright immortal person incorporated in the body (both are madhu). He indeed is the same as that Self, that Immortal, that Brahman, that All."

"Life is the flower for which love is the honey."

"Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers."

"Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind."

"The happy shores without a law, ... Where all partake the earth without dispute, And bread itself is gather'd as a fruit; Where none contest the fields, the woods, the streams:— The goldless age, where gold disturbs no dreams, Inhabits or inhabited the shore, Till Europe taught them better than before, Bestow'd her customs, and amended theirs, But left her vices also to their heirs."

"The bread-tree, which, without the ploughshare yields, The unreap'd harvest of unfurrow'd fields, And bakes its unadulterated loaves Without a furnace in unpurchased groves, And flings off famine from its fertile breast, A priceless market for the gathering guest."

"The bread-fruit, as we call it, grows on a large tree, as big and high as our largest apple-trees; it hath a spreading head, full of branches and dark leaves. The fruit grows on the boughs like apples; it is as big as a penny-loaf, when wheat is at five shillings the bushel; it is of a round shape, and hath a thick tough rind; when the fruit is ripe it is yellow and soft, and the taste is sweet and pleasant. The natives of Guam use it for bread. They gather it, when full grown, while it is green and hard; then they bake it in an oven, which scorcheth the rind and makes it black, but they scrape off the outside black crust, and there remains a tender thin crust; and the inside is soft, tender, and white, like the crumb of a penny-loaf. There is neither seed nor stone in the inside, but all is of a pure substance like bread. It must be eaten new; for if it is kept above twenty-four hours, it grows harsh and choaky; but it is very pleasant before it is too stale. This fruit lasts in season eight months in the year, during which the natives eat no other sort of food of bread kind. I did never see of this fruit anywhere but here. The natives told us that there is plenty of this fruit growing on the rest of the Ladrone Islands; and I did never hear of it anywhere else."

"Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are, As bribes to teach them how to execute Sixteen sexual positions on the sand; This makes them join (the boys) the tennis club, Jive at the Mecca, use deodorants, and On Saturdays squire ex-schoolgirls to the pub By private car.Such uncorrected visions end in church Or registrar: A mortgaged semi- with a silver birch; Nippers; the widowed mum; having to scheme With money; illness; age. So absolute Maturity falls, when old men sit and dream Of naked native girls who bring breadfruit Whatever they are."

"When The Carrot is done with you, you will be nothing but a kumquat!"

"And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!""