Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.
Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on