Your appetite is gross;—your god's your belly;—
Your mind, your very, soul, incorpsed with gluttony,
Till you have lost all shame.—J. Bailey.
Aristophanes. (Book i. § 55, p. 50.)
For the Athenian people neither love
Harsh crabbed bards, nor crabbed Pramnian wines,
Which pinch the face up and the belly too;
But mild, sweet-smelling, nectar-dropping cups.—Walsh.