Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 379.
Serenely full, the epicure would say,
Fate cannot harm me; I have dined to-day.
Sydney Smith: Recipe for Salad.
[274:1] Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted or rare, on the Tuesdays.—Charles Lamb: Christ's Hospital five-and-thirty Years Ago.
[274:2] See Burton, page [191].
[274:3] See Davies, page [176].
[275:1] See Burton, page [193].
[275:2] Fat, fair, and forty.—Scott: St. Ronan's Well, chap. vii.