Why dost thou shun the salt? Byron, THE CORSAIR, ii. We have some salt of our youth in us. Celery. Salted Almonds. To feed on caviare and eat anchovies. Randolph, MUSE'S LOOKING-GLASS. Caviare. Give us a taste of your quality. Pickles. HAMLET, ii, 2. Antiquity puts off his cap, and makes a bare oration in praise of the virtues of it. Do you like the taste? Dekker, GULL'S HORNBOOK. I HENRY VI, iii, 2. Of such vinegar aspect, that they 'll not show their teeth in way of smile. MERCHANT OF VENICE, i, 1. Enticing walnuts, I have known ye well In youth, when pickles were a passing pain. Bayard Taylor, ECHO CLUB. My lord, I hope you are pepper-proof. Swift, POLITE CONVERSATIONS, ii. Balm'd and entreasured with full bags of spices. PERICLES, iii, 2. Stewed in brine, smarting in lingering pickle. ANTONY AND Cleopatra, ii, 5. 'T is the sour sauce to the sweet meat. Dryden, TO ETHEREDGE. Pickled To drain upon his face an ocean of salt tears. II HENRY VI, iii, 2. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears. RICHARD III, i, 2. In the morning at a breakfast of Radyshes at the Purser's cabin. Pepys, DIARY, May 2, 1660. That little baggage, Summer's daughter Plenty, crying six bunches of radysh for a penny. Dekker and Ford, SUN'S DARLING, iii, 3. Generally, men ought to find the difference be tween saltness and bitterness. Bacon, OF Discourse. Radishes. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water. TWELFTH NIght, ii, 1. The superfluous, a very necessary thing. Voltaire. OYSTERS OR CLAMS The firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster. Love may transform me to an oyster, but I 'll take my oath on it till he have made an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool. A dozen of divine points. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, ii, 3. B. Jonson, BARTHOLOMEW FAIR, ii, 1. They cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. Sir E. Coke, CASE OF SUTTON'S HOSPITAL. Fruit of the wave! Oh dainty and delicious! Mine honest friends, I turn you not away. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, iv, 2.1 How now, my friend! why dost thou look so pale ? TAMING OF THE SHREW, ii, 1. A very gentle beast and of a good conscience. MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, V, I. A kind of excellent dumb discourse. Oysters or Clams. Did therewith bury in oblivion. TEMPEST, iii, 3. W. Browne, BRITANNIA'S PAstorals, ii. Whom sea-green Sirens from the rocks lament. Dryden, ANNUS MIRABILIS. I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. Goldsmith, SHE STOOPS TO Conquer, i. The oyster fresh from Lucrine's mirrored lake. He was a bold man that first eat an oyster. Swift, POLITE CONVERSATIONS, i. |