Gluttony

There was a young person named Ned,
Who dined before going to bed,
On lobster and ham
And salad and jam,
And when he awoke he was dead.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXXIII. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. XCI. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXIII. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXVIII. Songs.

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Oh! how this Mary loved to eat,--
It was her chief delight;
She would have something, sour or sweet,
To munch from morn till night.
She to the pantry daily stole,
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Sugar, and plums, and sweetmeats, too,
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    A tutor who taught her
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The Poet Moralizeth - He Discourseth To Those Who Gorge And Complain.

Oh! Kitty Malone--Mrs. Merdle 'tis now--
Was there ever on earth than this, greater folly?

Still gorging, while groaning, and swearing a vow,
That yours is a case of most sad melancholy.

With table that Croesus never had but might covet,
You live but to eat and to eat 'cause you love it;
And yet while you swallow great sirloins of meat
Complain like a beggar of nothing to eat.

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