A Good Appetite
A NOBLEMAN had a house-porter who was an enormous eater. Frank, said
he, one day, tell me how many loins you could eat? Ah, my lord, as
for loins, not many; five or six at most.--And how many legs of
mutton?--Ah, as for legs of mutton, not many; seven or eight,
perhaps.--And fatted pullets?--Ah, as for pullets, my lord, not
many; not more than a dozen.--And pigeons?--Ah, as for pigeons, not
many; perhaps forty--fifty at most--according to appetite.--And
larks?--Ah, as for that, my lord--little larks--for ever, my
lord--for ever!