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No, when light-winged toys Of feathered Cupid seel with wanton dullness My speculative and officed instruments, That my disports and taint my business, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, And all indign and base adversities Make head against my estimation! - William Shakespeare, Othello the Moor of Venice (Othello at I, iii) Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannt lick his own fingers. Therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (Servingman at IV, ii) Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (Capulet at IV, ii) The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit, The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell; My mistress made it one upon my cheek: She is so hot because the meat is cold; The meat is cold because you come not home; You come not home because you have no stomach; You have no stomach, having broke your fast; But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, Are penitent for your default to-day. - William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors (Dromio of Ephesus at I, ii) He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Have I not tarried? Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening. Still have I tarried. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word 'hereafter' the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips. - William Shakespeare, The History of Troilus and Cressida (Pandarus & Troilus at I, i) Now were not I a little pot and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me. - William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew (Grumio at IV, i) 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat. What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not? - William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew (Petruchio at IV, i) Where's the cook? Is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fustian and white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? - William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew (Grumio at IV, i) Weeke, weeke! So cries a pig prepared to the spit. - William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus (Aaron at IV, ii) He ruleth all the roste With bragging and with boste. - John Skelton, Why come ye not to Courte?, of Cardinal Wolsey The waste of many good materials, the vexation that frequently attends such mismanagements, and the curses not unfrequently bestowed on cooks with the usual reflection, that whereas God sends good meat, the devil sends cooks. - Eliza Smith, The Compleat Housewife Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl, And, half-suspected, animate the whole. - Sydney Smith, Recipe for Salad Dressing More quickly than asparagus is cooked. [Lat., Velocius (or citius) quam asparagi coquantur.] - Caius Tranquillus Suetonius, Augustus (87), a saying of Augustus Caesar God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks. - John Taylor ("The Water Poet"), Works (vol. II, p. 85) This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is-- A sort of soup or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes, That Greenwich never could outdo; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace; All these you eat at Terre's tavern, In that one dish of Bouillabaisse. - William Makepeace Thackeray, Ballad of Bouillabaisse Corne, which is the staffe of life. - Edward Winslow, Good News from New England "Very astonishing indeed! strange thing!" (Turning the Dumpling round, rejoined the King), "'Tis most extraordinary, then, all this is; It beats Penetti's conjuring all to pieces; Strange I should never of a Dumpling dream! But, Goody, tell me where, where, where's the Seam?" "Sire, there's no Seam," quoth she; "I never knew That folks did Apple-Dumplings sew." "No!" cried the staring Monarch with a grin; "How, how the devil got the Apple in?" - Dr. John Wolcot (Wolcott or Woolcott) (used pseudonym Peter Pindar), The Apple Dumplings and a King Displaying page 2 of 2 for this topic: << Prev 1 [2]
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