And yet for all this harm, which apparently follows surfeiting and drunkenness, see how we luxuriate and rage in this kind; read what Johannes Stuckius hath written lately of this subject, in his great volume De Antiquorum Conviviis, and of our present age; Quam [1405]portentosae coenae, prodigious suppers, [1406]_Qui dum invitant ad coenam efferunt ad sepulchrum_, what Fagos, Epicures, Apetios, Heliogables, our times afford?  Lucullus’ ghost walks still, and every man desires to sup in Apollo; Aesop’s costly dish is ordinarily served up. [1407]_Magis illa juvant, quae pluris emuntur_.  The dearest cates are best, and ’tis an ordinary thing to bestow twenty or thirty pounds on a dish, some thousand crowns upon a dinner:  [1408]Mully-Hamet, king of Fez and Morocco, spent three pounds on the sauce of a capon:  it is nothing in our times, we scorn all that is cheap.  “We loathe the very [1409]light” (some of us, as Seneca notes) “because it comes free, and we are offended with the sun’s heat, and those cool blasts, because we buy them not.”  This air we breathe is so common, we care not for it; nothing pleaseth but what is dear.  And if we be [1410]witty in anything, it is ad gulam:  If we study at all, it is erudito luxu, to please the palate, and to satisfy the gut.  “A cook of old was a base knave” (as [1411]Livy complains), “but now a great man in request; cookery is become an art, a noble science:  cooks are gentlemen:”  Venter Deus:  They wear “their brains in their bellies, and their guts in their heads,” as [1412]Agrippa taxed some parasites of his time, rushing on their own destruction, as if a man should run upon the point of a sword, usque dum rumpantur comedunt, “They eat till they burst:”  [1413]All day, all night, let the physician say what he will, imminent danger, and feral diseases are now ready to seize upon them, that will eat till they vomit, Edunt ut vomant, vomut ut edant, saith Seneca; which Dion relates of Vitellius, Solo transitu ciborum nutriri judicatus:  His meat did pass through and away, or till they burst again. [1414]_Strage animantium ventrem onerant_, and rake over all the world, as so many [1415]slaves, belly-gods, and land-serpents, Et totus orbis ventri nimis angustus, the whole world cannot satisfy their appetite. [1416]"Sea, land, rivers, lakes, &c., may not give content to their raging guts.”  To make up the mess, what immoderate drinking in every place? Senem potum pota trahebat anus, how they flock to the tavern:  as if they were fruges consumere nati, born to no other end but to eat and drink, like Offellius Bibulus, that famous Roman parasite, Qui dum vixit, aut bibit aut minxit; as so many casks to hold wine, yea worse than a cask, that mars wine, and itself is not marred by it, yet these are brave men, Silenus Ebrius was no braver. Et quae fuerunt vitia, mores sunt:  ’tis now the fashion of our times, an honour:  Nunc vero res ista eo rediit