The Lord Hath Created Medicines Out Of

Smell And Taste Are In Fact But A Single Composite Sense, Whose Laboratory Is The Mouth And Its Chimney The Nose.

If Any Man Has Drunk A Little Too Deeply From The Cup Of Physical Pleasure; If He Has Spent Too Much Time At His Desk That Should Have Been Spent Asleep; If His Fine Spirits Have Become Temporarily Dulled; If He Finds The Air Too Damp, The Minutes Too Slow, And The Atmosphere Too Heavy To Withstand; If He Is Obsessed By A Fixed Idea Which Bars Him From Any Freedom Of Thought: If He Is Any Of These Poor Creatures, We Say, Let Him Be Given A Good Pint Of Amber-flavored Chocolate... And Marvels Will Be Performed.

Sight And Touch, Being Thus Increased In Capacity, Might Belong To Some Species Far Superior To Man; Or Rather The Human Species Would Be Far Different Had All The Senses Been Thus Improved.

Those Truffled Turkeys, Of Which The Reputation And The Price Are Still Increasing, Appear Like Beneficient Stars, And Make The Eyes Sparkle Of All Sorts Of Gourmands Of Every Category, Whilst Their Faces Beam With Delight And They Themselves Dance With Pleasure.

Another Novelty Is The Tea-party, An Extraordinary Meal In That, Being Offered To Persons That Have Already Dined Well, It Supposes Neither Appetite Nor Thirst, And Has No Object But Distraction, No Basis But Delicate Enjoyment.