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I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood.
Some hae meat and canna eat And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.
And hesaiduntothem,Outoftheeatercameforthmeat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness. And they could not in three days expound the riddle.
Soisthisgreat and widesea, whereinarethings creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts. There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein. These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season.
Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.
The eyes of all wait upon thee; and thou givest them their meat in due season. Thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.
Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saiththe L of hosts, if Iwill notopenyouthewindows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.
Ye have need that one teach you again which be the first principles oftheoracles of God; and arebecomesuchas have need of milk, and not of strong meat.
This world's no blot for us Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good: To find its meaning is my meat and drink.
Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.
For if one eat my meat, though it be known The meat was mine, the excrement is his own.
One of our great poets is sunk in his reputation, because he could never forgive any conceit which came in his way; but swept like a drag-net, great and small. There wasplentyenough, butthedisheswereill-sorted; whole pyramids of sweetmeats, for boys and women; but little of solid meat for men.
Let the Stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savoryand the appetite is keen.
God sends meat, and the devil sends cooks.
Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us? Is this the great poet whose works so content us? This Goldsmith's fine feast, who has written fine books? Heaven sends us fine meat, but the Devil sends cooks.
I did not say anything. I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorious and sacrifice and the expression in vain.We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now fora long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and thethings that were glorious had no gloryand the sacrifices were like the stock-yards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.
'You must sit down,'says Love,'and taste my meat,' So I did sit and eat.
Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad; And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
There'sthemeat eaters and there'sus. And that'stheway I look at the world.
No one can read a poem unless he realises that it is a physical object as well as an abstract vehicle for conveying ideas. A poem has a material existence like a piece of music or sculpture or a plate of meat.
Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.
To curle on the ice, does greatly please, Being a manly Scottish exercise; It clears the Brains, stirs up the Native Heat, And gives a gallant appetite for Meat.
Their beer was strong; their wine was port; Their meal was large; their grace was short. They gave the poor the remnant meat, Just when it grew not fit to eat.
I have a horror of the word 'flesh', which has become so shopworn.Why not 'meat'whilethey're about it? What I like is skin, a young girl's skin that is pink and shows that she has a good circulation.
In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
I opened a tin of Bologna sausage and broke a cake of chocolate, and that was all I had to eat. It may sound offensive, but I ate them together, bite by bite, by way of bread and meat. All I had to wash down this revolting mixture was neat brandy; a revolting beverage in itself. But I was rare and hungry; ate well, and smoked one of thebestcigarettesinmyexperience.Then Iput a stonein my straw hat, pulled the flap of my fur cap over my neck and eyes, put my revolver ready to hand, and snuggled well down among the sheepskins.
'Tis not the meat; but 'tis the appetite Makes eating a delight.
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