And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

The true Amphitryon.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

God never sendeth mouth but he sendeth meat.

What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

What baron or squire Or knight of the shire Lives half so well as a holy friar.