About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at; I am not what I am.william shakespeare
Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate, And I was one of the children told, 'We all must eat our peck of gold.'robert frost
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end: For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.