| Author |
Quotes |
| John O Keefe | What baron or squire Or knight of the shire Lives half so well as a holy friar. |
| Jonathan Swift | Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise. |
| Jonathan Swift | They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives. |
| Jonathan Swift | Bread is the staff of life. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | I am a shell-fish just come from being saturated with the waters of the Lucrine lake, near Baiae; but now I luxuriously thrust for noble pickle. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he does not dine at all, except when invited out. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | Mithriades, by frequently drinking poison, rendered it impossible for any poison to hurt him. You, Cinna, by always dining on next to nothing, have taken due precaution against ever perishing from hunger. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | Annius has some two hundred tables, and servants for every table. Dishes run hither and thither, and plates fly about. Such entertainments as these keep to yourselves, ye pompous; I am ill pleased with a supper that walks. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | As long as I have fat turtle-doves, a fig of your lettuce, my friend, and you may keep your shell-fish to yourself. I have no wish to waste my appetite. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow? |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | Whether woodcock or partridge, what does it signify, if the taste is the same? But the partridge is dearer, and therefore thought preferable. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds. |
| Matthew Henry | Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is called the staff of Life. |
| Matthew Henry | He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel. |
| Matthew Henry | I want every peasant to have a chicken in his pot on Sundays. |
| Nicolas Boileau Despreaux | A warmed-up dinner was never worth much. |
| Old Song | The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause, That all the year eats neither partridge not quail, But sets up his rest and makes up his feast, With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale. |
| Old Song | Gluttony kills more than the sword, and is the kindler of all evils. |
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