"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. "

A crier of green sauce.

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

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 eac ...

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Have I not tarried? Ay, the bolting; but ...

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

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

She would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too.

The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit, The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell; My mistress made it one upon my cheek: She is so hot because the meat is cold; The me ...

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.