Or three, or four, may sit in choice repast,
Or five at most. Who otherwise shall dine,
Are like a troop marauding for their prey.—D'Israeli.
Archilochus. (Book i. § 14, p. 11.)
Faith! but you quaff
The grape's pure juice to a most merry tune,
And cram your hungry maw most rav'nously.
And pay for't—not a doit. But mark me, Sirrah!
You come not here invited, as a friend.