William Shakespeare on Eating
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“Unquiet meals make ill digestions.”
“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.”
“My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.”
“Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.”
“I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide.”
“Our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders Digest with it a custom, I should blush To see you so attir'd.”
“But, first Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Cæsar Grew fat with feasting there.”