P. 202, line 37. Child, be always peaceable,
Sweet, courteous, kind, and amiable,
'Mong those who seated are at table,
And see thou be not liable
To just complaint; for, says the Bible,
Among all men be peaceable."
15. You should not choose a host of much good, but of
42. At table rich whoe'er thou com'st to feast,
Think on the bed that after waits the guest.
The present life our banquet we may call,
And death's the bed on which we after fall.
Some cates there are which here we well may use,
But many more by which our souls we lose.
Whoever in this meal with earth is cramm'd
Hereafter rests not in the bed, but's damn'd.
His Father's will was Jesus' food, we're taught;
And none shall hunger who with this is fraught.
He's the true food: Christ's cates are pleasant fare,
And after supper couches soft prepare.
Let each man hear who with me now doth dine,
What t' His disciples speaks the Word divine.
12. O happy soul, with the Lord's brightness fill'd!
Now thou'rt consoled, nor of glad feasts beguiled;
Wise Lazarus! thou hunger'dst happily,
And feedest on the face thou long'dst to see.
Blest poverty, by which thou Christ didst win!
Thou end'st with joy what did in tears begin :
Who ulcers to the licking dogs didst show,
From all sin's ulcers art deliver'd now:
O happy pauper, into joy thy grief
Is turn'd, and Christ's right hand has giv'n relief. 22. But what, most wretched Dives! suffer'st thou ! For the world's pomp worms are thy fellows now; To worms exposed that flesh so delicate
Which fine and costly suppers fed of late;
And worms undying now thy soul torment:
O wretches, whose delights so soon are spent!
O Dives, now confined in hell's abyss ;
Alas! do silk and purple come to this?
It now appears in thy perdition's hour
How valueless are this world's wealth and pow'r.
I will not to my guests my talk prolong :
Too much or little equally is wrong.
Whome'er delights good coat or table deck'd,
Think of the poor; and, while thou mayst, reflect
How soon earth's wretched solaces are gone,
While dreadful judgment's woes shall yet live on:
Again, thou ought'st now to premeditate
How sweet with angels to associate:
The world now conquer'd will that joy afford;
O for this conquest arm us, blessed Lord!
P. 205, line 2. Between cups.
4. The mellow harp did not their ears employ,
And mute was all the warlike symphony:
Discourse, the food of souls, was their delight,
And pleasing chat prolong'd the summer's night.
(Dryden.)
That the suppers of Plato were pleasant, not only
at the time but also the day after.
37. Of Priam much inquired, of Hector more;
Then ask'd what arms the swarthy Memnon wore : The steeds of Diomede varied the discourse, And fierce Achilles with his matchless force. (Dryden.) 206, 5. He of my house the guest shall straightway be. But what in our house sitting I have learn'd, And lawful 'tis to know, I'll not conceal.
P. 208, line 11. Thou'rt born of rocks and suckled by wild beast, And I should say thy breast is made of flints.
209, last 2. The will or nature which is in disagreement with the Creator does not remain nature, but perversity
of nature, and this is what is called sin.
5. Through the Ill, which is the want of
Good in things, the goodly grant of
God not wholly is corrupt.
last 3. Who by creating has given us nature,
redeeming, grace, and by saving, glory.
211, 8. How base it is to abound in luxury, and live delicately and softly, and how honourable to live sparingly, temperately, severely, soberly.
21. Boy, I detest the Persian entertainments.
23. Expect a guest both very little given to eating and
hostile to costly suppers.
26. My friend should ask me to a hasty steak,—
A dinner for which I return can make.
then rakes the load
Of ashes from the hearth, and spreads abroad
The living coals; and, lest they should expire,
With leaves and bark she feeds her infant fire:
It smokes; and then with trembling breath she blows,
Till in a cheerful blaze the flames arose.
With brushwood and with chips she strengthens these,
And adds at last the boughs of rotten trees.
The fire thus form'd, she sets the kettle on
(Like burnish'd gold the little seether shone);
Next took the coleworts which her husband got
From his own ground (a small well-water'd spot).
She stripp'd the stalks of all their leaves; the best
She cull'd, and them with handy care she drest.
High o'er the hearth a chine of bacon hung:
Good old Philemon seized it with a prong
And from the sooty rafter drew it down,
Then cut a slice, but scarce enough for one:
This in the pot he plunged without delay.—(Dryden.)
2. The trivet-table of a foot was lame :
She thrusts beneath the limping leg a sherd.
All were in earthenware. (Id.)
6. The kind hosts their entertainment grace
With hearty welcome and an open face:
In all they did you might discern with ease
A willing mind and a desire to please.—(Id.)
P. 212, line 11. The pow'rs forbade to kill.
14. Of praiseworthy poverty, of moderation of mind, and patience.
19. Not to possess much, but to desire little.
34. Who, since by way of inheritance he had received them, for religion's sake thought they should not be alienated from him.
4. In which not only the humanity of the conscript fathers, but also the habit of ancient patrimonies, may be recognized.
39. Not here attendants, nor a useless weight
Of silver, and vain strifes for dignity,
Water for th' hands, and benches all around,
For the first seat a war importunate;
No worthier person to be waited for
And drink before the rest: no kickshaws here,
Sauces or stews, desserts, or pastry rich;
But feasts by nature made, and hunger bought
By labour,-kindly looks, and, above all,
Minds free from care, Heaven's own receipt
For temp'ring want and due provision making.
214, 18. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me.
22. Too hastily, daintily, too much, with keenness, stu
24. Palates sin and work destruction
In a fivefold-varied way.
30. Beware lest thou in any guise
The food that's given thee despise.
21. Between Pasch and Pentecost the dessert is nothing
34. Indulge your temper and to friends
Send presents; that the poor may go, a joy
Common through all the crowd, and eat o' the best :
Open your wealthy store, you of full barns
Here bring your feasts: whate'er you give the poor
God will a hundredfold restore.
217, 13. On viand let no hand be laid
Until the benison be said.
My child, say Benedicite,
And make the sign of cross.
My child, when thou shalt be in places
Where 's any ecclesiastic lord,
Leave him to say, over the board,
Both Benedicite and graces.
My child, if lord or prelate make,
Of his supreme authority,
Thee say the Benedicite,
Boldly to thee the honour take.
P. 217, line 26. To God be glory, t' Him be grace!
May He our inmost sins deface,
And grant to ev'ry faithful spirit
To rest in peace, and joy inherit.
Remember to return thy thanks.
God's mercies, which to thee abound,
This ceaseless obligation found:
He of good things enough has given.
A speedy passage into heaven
Ask for the dead, and piteous feel
How much they claim thy pious zeal.
Whoe'er these rules shall well observe
Shall honour have, but ne'er forget
To pray God for departed souls.
To the supper of life perpetual may the king of eternal glory bring us.
Each first accustom❜d ought to be
To think of those in poverty.
24. And th' impious crowd of Tuscan street.
last line. Cups worn by fathers' lips.
220, 3. Be ancient honour giv'n the board again.
by stands a vessel,
A cruet cheap, with bowl,-Campanian stuff.
As boasting nothing illustrious, so fearing nothing
servile; content with a moderate revenue.
But the pomp of the world is every superfluity that
sinks into empty minds and usages; and from it
grows the elation we in many instances are wont
to ascribe to honour or to composure.
4. Blest who in his own fields his life has pass'd,
Whom the same house both boy and old man sees.
6. Each one ought to speak of what is doing under the
shadow of his steeple.
16. Believe me, he who well lies hid, well lives.
22. And for true life have leisure;
Nor homes of wealth and pleasure,
Nor horrid law-courts' wranglings loud
To know, nor lineal statues proud;
But exercise, and learning's path,
Fields, porticoes, the shade, the bath.
23. The country life is the true life of a man of rank.
14. 'Tis built of brass, the better to diffuse
The spreading sounds, and multiply the news.
The courts are fill'd with a tumultuous din
Of crowds, or issuing forth or ent'ring in ;
A thoroughfare of news: where some devise
Things never heard, some mingle truth with lies:
The troubled air with empty sounds they beat,
Intent to hear and eager to repeat.
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