I pray you, be seated and sup how you please. You will I trust, excuse me that I do not join you, but I have dined already, and I do not sup.
I pray you, be seated and sup how you please. You will I trust, excuse me that I do not join you, but I have dined already, and I do not sup.
It's a song of a merry man, moping mum, whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, as he sighed for the love of a lady.
It's a cliche of punditry that Republicans are the Daddy Party and the Democrats are the Mommy Party. The metaphors are out of date. We must look at the Republicans as the Adult Party and the Democrats as naughty children sent to sup at the children's table.
My Church, and My Creed You ask me 'what is my religion' Now what if I say I have None You'll be wrongly impressed, And unduly distressed So wait I have only begun. My creed in the sense that you mean it, Has no single symbol, or sign. Big, impressive, or small, There is good in them all, So perhaps Your religion is mine. My doctrine is any that stands for The honor and virtue of men. For whatever we preach, We're all striving to reach A mutual goal in the end. My church is the one that is nearest Wherever I happen to be. The place where men go Their devotion to show, Is good and sufficient for me. What matters the Name on the mileposts That stand by the path you have trod If the pathway leads UP Then at last you shall sup With the infinite army of God.
If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.
Anger's my meat I sup upon myself,And so shall starve with feeding.
Few things tend more to alienate friendship than a want of punctuality in our engagements. I have known the breach of a promise to dine or sup to break up more than one intimacy.
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