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Hymn to the Belly (1619) by Ben Jonson

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Room!
 
Room!
 
make
 
room
 
for
 
the
 
Bouncing
 
Belly,
 
First
 
father
 
of
 
sauce,
 
and
 
deviser
 
of
 
jelly;
 
Prime
 
master
 
of
 
arts,
 
and
 
giver
 
of
 
wit,
 
That
 
found
 
out
 
the
 
excellent
 
engine
 
the
 
spit;
 
The
 
plough
 
and
 
the
 
flail,
 
the
 
mill
 
and
 
the
 
hopper,
 
The
 
hutch
 
and
 
the
 
boutler,
 
the
 
furnace
 
and
 
copper,
 
The
 
oven,
 
the
 
bavin,
 
the
 
mawkin,
 
the
 
peel,
 
The
 
hearth
 
and
 
the
 
range,
 
the
 
dog
 
and
 
the
 
wheel:
 
He,
 
he
 
first
 
invented
 
the
 
hogshead
 
and
 
tun,
 
The
 
gimlet
 
and
 
vice
 
too,
 
and
 
taught
 
them
 
to
 
run,
 
And
 
since
 
with
 
the
 
funnel
 
and
 
Hippocras
 
bag,
 
He
 
has
 
made
 
of
 
himself,
 
that
 
now
 
he
 
cries
 
swag!
 
Which
 
shows,
Hint
Answer
 
though
 
the
 
pleasure
 
be
 
but
 
of
 
four
 
inches,
 
Yet
 
he
 
is
 
a
 
weasel,
 
the
 
gullet
 
that
 
pinches
 
Of
 
any
 
delight,
 
and
 
not
 
spares
 
from
 
his
 
back
 
Whatever
 
to
 
make
 
of
 
the
 
belly
 
a
 
sack!
 
Hail,
 
hail,
 
plump
 
paunch!
 
O
 
the
 
founder
 
of
 
taste,
 
For
 
fresh
 
meats,
 
or
 
powder'd,
 
or
 
pickle,
 
or
 
paste,
 
Devourer
 
of
 
broil'd,
 
baked,
 
roasted
 
or
 
sod;
 
And
 
emptier
 
of
 
cups,
 
be
 
they
 
even
 
or
 
odd.
 
All
 
which
 
have
 
now
 
made
 
thee
 
so
 
wide
 
in
 
the
 
waist,
 
As
 
scarce
 
with
 
no
 
pudding
 
thou
 
art
 
to
 
be
 
laced;
 
But
 
eating
 
and
 
drinking
 
until
 
thou
 
dost
 
nod,
 
Thou
 
break'st
 
all
 
thy
 
girdles,
 
and
 
break'st
 
forth
 
a
End
god.
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