Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
  For other’s good, and melt at other’s woe.
Odyssey, Bk.  XVIII.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

TABLE, THE.

  Some hae meat and canna eat,
  And some wad eat that want it: 
  But we hae meat, and we can eat;
  Sae let the Lord be thankit.
Grace before Meat.  R. BURNS.

  And do as adversaries do in law,
  Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Taming of the Shrew, Act i. Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that
  starve with nothing.
Merchant of Venice.  Act i. Sc. 2 SHAKESPEARE.

He hath eaten me out of house and home. King Henry IV., Pt.  II.  Act ii. Sc. 1 SHAKESPEARE.

  My cake is dough:  but I’ll in among the rest,
  Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
Taming of the Shrew, Act v.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  And gazed around them to the left and right
  With the prophetic eye of appetite.
Don Juan, Canto V.  LORD BYRON.

  Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
  Where all the ruddy family around
  Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
  Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
The Traveller.  O. GOLDSMITH.

  They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
  Quaff immortality and joy.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  V.  MILTON.

  Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
    Would starve us all, or near it;
  But be it known to Skin and Bone
    That Flesh and Blood can’t bear it.
On Two Monopolists.  J. BYROM.

  Nothing’s more sure at moments to take hold
  Of the best feelings of mankind, which grow
  More tender, as we every day behold,
  Than that all-softening, overpowering knell,
  The tocsin of the soul—­the dinner bell!
Don Juan, Canto V.  LORD BYRON.

  Their various cares in one great point combine
  The business of their lives, that is—­to dine.
Love of Fame.  DR. E. YOUNG.

Across the walnuts and the wine. The Miller’s Daughter.  A. TENNYSON.

    No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
  Then, howsoe’er thou speak’st, ’mong other things
  I shall digest it.
Merchant of Venice, Act iii.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

TASTE.

  Some say, compared to Bononcini,
  That Mynheer Handel’s but a ninny;
  Others aver,—­that he to Handel
  Is scarcely fit to hold a candle: 
  Strange all this difference should be,
  ’Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee!
On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.  J. BYROM.

What’s one man’s poison, signor,
Is another’s meat or drink.
Love’s Cure, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.