Gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; | We have a trifling foolish banquet. | —Romeo and Juliet.
| Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. | —Comedy of Errors, iii. I.
| A little quail, or some such light thing, when I come home at night. | —Charles Dickens.
| Now and then your men of wit | Will condescend to take a bit. | —Swift. |
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