Keen appetiteAnd quick digestion wait on you and yours.
According to her cloth she cut her coat.
Dead men tell no tales.
Since heaven's eternal year is thine.
Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strifeSoon taught the sweet civilities of life.
Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend;The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end.
Read o'er this;And after, this; and then to breakfast, withWhat appetite you have.
Govern well thy appetite, lest SinSurprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite?
Young children and chickens would ever be eating.
Now good digestion wait on appetite,And health on both!
I find no abhorring in my appetite.
Who riseth from a feastWith that keen appetite that he sits down?
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