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Page 276 - I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander,— Drink, ho!— are nothing to your English.
Page 277 - ... up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage ; and this valour comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work ; and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil till sack commences it and sets it in act and use.
Page 84 - Deafen the subtle judgment of the taste. \Vhen our two champions had their facers crown'd, We did them justice, and the glass went round ; His parasites alone his anger fear'd, And the full flask unwillingly they spar'd. In a large dish an outstretch'd lamprey lies, With shrimps all floating round : The master cries. This fish, Maecenas, big with spawn was caught, For after spawuihg-time its flesh is naught.
Page 279 - When neebors anger at a plea, An' just as wud as wud can be, How easy can the barley-bree Cement the quarrel ! It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee, To taste the barrel. 1 Burnewin — burn-the-wind — the Blacksmith — an appropriate title. E. Alake ! that e'er my Muse has reason To wyte her countrymen wi...
Page 285 - Werth des Zechers, Nach des Trinkenden Begabung! In Gemeinheit tief versunken Liegt der Thor vom Rausch bemeistert; Wenn er trinkt — wird er betrunken, Trinken wir — sind wir begeistert!
Page 82 - A Lucanian boar, of tender kind Caught, says our host, in a soft southern wind. Around him lay whatever could excite, With pungent force, the jaded appetite; Rapes, lettuce, radishes, anchovy brine, With skerrets, and the lees of Coan wine.
Page 85 - d fat with figs, bespoke the curious giver; Besides the wings of hares, for so it seems, No man of luxury the back esteems. Then saw we black-birds with o'er-roasted breast, Laid on the board, and ringdoves...