"I pray your Highness mark this curious herb: Touch it but lightly, stroke it softly, Sir, And it gives forth an odor sweet and rare; But crush it harshly and you'll make a scent Most disagreeable."

"Dreary rosmarye That always mourns the dead."

"Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook."

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, He (she) once was a true love of mine."

"Young children and chickens would ever be eating."

"Wisdom does not show itself so much in precept as in life—a firmness of mind and mastery of appetite."

"L'appétit vient en mangeant," disoit Angeston, "mais la soif s'en va en beuvant."

"Put a knife to thy throat, if thou be a man given to appetite."

"My appetite comes to me while eating."

"Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours."

"L'anima mia gustava di quel cibo, Che saziando di sè, di sè s'asseta."

"I find no abhorring in my appetite."

"His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook, Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook."

"Man should possess an infinite appetite for life. It should be self-evident to him, all the time, that life is superb, glorious, endlessly rich, infinitely desirable. At present, because he is in a midway position between the brute and the truly human, he is always getting bored, depressed, weary of life. He has become so top-heavy with civilisation that he cannot contact the springs of pure vitality. Control of the prefrontal cortex will change all of this. He will cease to cast nostalgic glances towards the womb, for he will realise that death is no escape. Man is a creature of life and the daylight; his destiny lies in total objectivity."

"And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame."

"We have no sympathy with those who are controlled by ideas and passions which we neither understand nor feel. Thus they who live to satisfy the appetites do not believe it possible to live in and for the soul."

"The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite."

"Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite?"

"Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age."

"Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?"

"Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!"

"Read o'er this; And after, this; and then to breakfast, with What appetite you have."

"Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite."

"Those who let their appetites take hold of them suffer torture and affliction like an enemy held prisoner."

"Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death."

"I call that mind free, which masters the senses, which protects itself against animal appetites, which contemns pleasure and pain in comparison to its own energy, which penetrates beneath the body and recognises its own reality and greatness, which passes life, not in asking what it shall eat or drink, but in hungering, thirsting, and seeking after righteousness."

"And gazed around them to the left and right With the prophetic eye of appetite."

"APPETITE, n. An instinct thoughtfully implanted by Providence as a solution to the labor question."

"I have twice gone fishing with rod and line just because other boys asked me to, but this sport was soon made impossible for me by the treatment of the worms that were put on the hook for bait, and the wrenching of the mouths of the fishes that were caught. I gave it up, and even found courage enough to dissuade other boys from going."

"The first men that our Saviour dear Did choose to wait upon Him here, Blest fishers were; and fish the last Food was, that He on earth did taste: I therefore strive to follow those, Whom He to follow Him hath chose."

"Of recreation there is none So free as fishing is, alone; All other pastimes do not less Than mind and body, both possess: My hand alone my work can do; So I can fish and study too."

"And upon all that are lovers of virtue; and dare trust in his providence; and be quiet; and go a-angling."

"O! the gallant fisher's life, It is the best of any: 'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife, And 'tis beloved by many. Other joys Are but toys; Only this, Lawful is: For our skill Breeds no ill, But content and pleasure."

"Thus use your frog: * * * put your hook, I mean the arming wire, through his mouth, and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sow the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him as though you loved him."

"We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries: "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did"; and so, (if I might be judge,) God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling."

"An excellent angler, and now with God."

"It [angling] deserves commendations; * * * it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man."

"I am, Sir, a brother of the angle."

"Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant, that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself."

"Angling is somewhat like Poetry, men are to be born so."

"I shall stay him no longer than to wish * * * that if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing."

"As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler."

"Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learnt."

"'Tis an affair of luck."

"Two honest and good-natured anglers have never met each other by the way without crying out, "What luck?""

"But should you lure From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees, the Monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art."

"Shrimps and the delicate periwinkle Such are the sea-fruits lasses love: Ho! to your nets till the blue stars twinkle, And the shutterless cottages gleam above!"

"Aqua turbida piscosior est."