Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.
Feed him ye must, whose food fills you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your paine, But for to make it spring againe.
Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.
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