Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON M.W., THE GREAT EATER, by JOHN HALL (1627-1656) Poet's Biography First Line: Sir, much good do't ye; were your table but Last Line: Breakfast with islands, and drink healths with seas! Alternate Author Name(s): Hall Of Durham, John Subject(s): Gluttony | ||||||||
SIR, much good do 't ye; were your table but Pie-crust or cheese, you might your stomach shut After your slice of beef; what, dare you try Your force on an ell square of pudding-pie? Perhaps 't may be a taste; three such as you Unbreakfasted might starve Seraglio. When Hannibal scal'd th' Alps, hadst thou been there, Thy beef had drunk up all his vinegar. Well might'st thou be of guard to Henry th' eight, Since thou canst, like a pigeon, eat thy weight. Full wise was nature, that would not bestow These tusks of thine into a double row. What womb could e'er contain thee? thou canst shut A pond or aviary in a gut. Had not thy mother borne thee toothless, thou Hadst eaten, viper-like, a passage through. Had he that wish'd the crane's long neck to eat, Put in thy stomach too, 't had been complete. Thou Noah's ark, Dead Sea, thou Golgotha, Monster, beyond all them of Africa! Beasts prey on beasts, fishes to fishes fall; Great birds feed on the lesser, thou on all. Hath there been no mistake? -- Why may t not be, When Curtius leap'd the gulf, 'twas into thee? Now we'll believe that man of Chica could Make pills of arrows, and the boy that would Chew only stones; nor can we think it vain, That Baranetho eat up th' neighbouring plain. Poor Erisicthon, that could only feast On one poor girl in several dishes drest! Thou hast devour'd as many sheep as may Clothe all the pasture in Arcadia. Yet, O how temperate! that ne'er goes on So far as to approach repletion. Thou breathing cauldron! whose digestive heat Might boil the whole provision of the fleet; Say grace as long as meals, and, if thou please, Breakfast with islands, and drink healths with seas! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I ATE TOO MUCH by JACK PRELUTSKY EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON PLEASURE RECONCILED TO VIRTUE: HYMN TO COMUS by BEN JONSON A BURNING GLASS by JOHN HALL (1627-1656) |
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