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Great pity were it if this beneficence of Providence should be marr'd in the ordering, so as to justly merit the Reflection of the old proverb, that though God sends us meat, yet the D------ does cooks.

Every investigation which is guided by principles of nature fixes its ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the stomach.

Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.

Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.

And nearer as they came, a genial savour Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus. Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour.

Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the pudding.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

Heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends us cooks.

To make a ragout, first catch your hare.

"Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl; I find you are perfectly qualified for making converts, and so go help your mother to make the gooseberry bye."

Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.

Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs, When season'd with love, which no rancour disturbs And sweeten'd by all that is sweetest in life Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife! But if, out of humour, and hungry, alone A man should sit down to dinner, each one Of the dishes which the cook chooses to spoil With a horrible mixture of garlic and oil, The chances are ten against one, I must own, He gets up as ill-tempered as when he sat down.

Digestion, much like Love and Wine, no trifling will brook: His cook once spoiled the dinner of an Emperor of men; The dinner spoiled the temper of his Majesty and then The Emperor made history--and no one blamed the cook.

I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged.

A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.

If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.

Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

I never strove to rule the roast, She ne'er refus'd to pledge my toast.

A crier of green sauce.