Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. – William Shakespeare
A great many sick persons are allowed to drift into a critical condition when ill—from which many never rally, because they are not fed—not furnished with such nutritive material as their enfeebled powers can digest. – King Chambers, quoted by John Milner Fothergill in A Manual of Dietetics, 1886