A sick man’s appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. Coriolanus, Act I., Sc. I.
Do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. Tempest, Act II., Sc. II.
For, ever and anon comes indigestion. Byron—Don Juan, Canto XI., Verse III.
When a roast and a ragout, And fish and soup, by some side-dishes back’d, Can give us either pain or pleasure, who Would pique himself on intellects, whose use Depends so much upon the gastric juice? Byron—Don Juan, Canto V., Verse XXXII.
He ate and he was well supplied; and she Who watch’d him like a mother, would have fed Him past all bounds, because she smiled to see, Such appetite in one she had deem’d dead: But Zoe, being older than Haidee, Knew (by tradition, for she ne’er had read), That famish’d people must be slowly nursed, And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst. Byron—Don Juan, Canto II., Verse CLVIII.
Why look you pale? Seasick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act V., Sc. II.
The shepherd’s daughter * * * who began to be much seasick. Winter’s Tale, Act V., Sc. II.
——the impatient wind blew half a gale: High dash’d the spray, the bows dipp’d in the sea, And seasick passengers turn’d somewhat pale. Byron—Don Juan, Canto X., Verse LXIV.
Now we’ve reached her, lo! the captain, Gallant Kidd, commands the crew; Passengers their berths are clapt in, Some to grumble, some to spew.