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Hark, listen close to this most strange accounting:
I would gladly bow to Hebrew crown, or whate'er sovereignty, if that same compact would furnish forth a feast perpetual of this celestial meat.
My spirit doth grieve for all poor wretches who lack this dainty sustenance. I prithee, taste one portion, just one, and see my passion turn to truth: O, the joy to open thy repast and find a trifle, a small gawd, to make the spirit merry!
Hast thou e'er drunk of that singular sprite, whose sweetness doth deceive, tasting better far than all its brethren? For this I speak, and swear it true, by Mars his heart, thou shalt discover why I would turn all my wisdom to a fool's gluttony.
And note, I am no plump Jack, nor one o'ersized with coagulate gore, but a lean starveling of full fifty kilograms.