"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."

"What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood."

"Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them."

"When mighty roast 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 roast beef of England, And Old England's roast beef."

"When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred, He quoth: "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!""

"When we sat by the fleshpots."

"Oh, dainty and delicious! Food for the gods! Ambrosia for Apicius! Worthy to thrill the soul of sea-born Venus, Or titillate the palate of Silenus!"

"For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise."

"Esse oportet ut vivas, non vivere ut edas."

"Nemini fidas, nisi cum quo prius multos modios salis absumpseris."

"A loaf of bread, the Walrus said, Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed— Now if you're ready, Oysters, dear, We can begin to feed!"

"Better halfe a loafe than no bread."

"First come, first served."

"Un dîner réchauffé ne valut jamais rien."

"Ratons and myse and soche smale dere That was his mete that vii. yere."

"'Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest."

"Acorns were good till bread was found."

"When the Sultan Shah-Zaman Goes to the city Ispahan, Even before he gets so far As the place where the clustered palm-trees are, At the last of the thirty palace-gates, The pet of the harem, Rose-in-Bloom, Orders a feast in his favorite room— Glittering square of colored ice, Sweetened with syrup, tinctured with spice, Creams, and cordials, and sugared dates, Syrian apples, Othmanee quinces, Limes and citrons and apricots, And wines that are known to Eastern princes."

"What you have eaten, what you have eaten -- it was not bread that you have eaten, it was your flesh that you have eaten! What you have drunk, what you have drunk -- it was not beer that you drank, it was your blood that you drank!"

"They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives."

"Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise."

"Our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders Digest with it a custom, I should blush To see you so attir'd."

"You would eat chickens i' the shell."

"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."

"I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide."

"My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast."

"What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?"

"I fear it is too choleric a meat. How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?"

"Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour."

"I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come."

"Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner."

"I wished your venison better; it was ill kill'd."

"A surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings."

"They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing."

"Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits."

"But mice, and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year."

"He that keeps nor crust nor crum, Weary of all, shall want some."

"He hath eaten me out of house and home."

"Unquiet meals make ill digestions."

"If you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a long spoon."

"Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table."

"But, first Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Cæsar Grew fat with feasting there."

"He who nourishes neither God nor man, he who eats alone, gathers sin."

"The Gods have not ordained hunger to be our death: even to the well-fed man comes death in varied shape, The riches of the liberal never waste away, while he who will not give finds none to comfort him, The man with food in store who, when the needy comes in miserable case begging for bread to eat, Hardens his heart against him, when of old finds not one to comfort him. Bounteous is he who gives unto the beggar who comes to him in want of food, and the feeble, Success attends him in the shout of battle. He makes a friend of him in future troubles, No friend is he who to his friend and comrade who comes imploring food, will offer nothing. Let the rich satisfy the poor implorer, and bend his eye upon a longer pathway, Riches come now to one, now to another, and like the wheels of cars are ever rolling, The foolish man wins food with fruitless labour: that food – I speak the truth – shall be his ruin, He feeds no trusty friend, no man to love him. All guilt is he who eats with no partaker."