If One Swallows A Cup Of Chocolate

Nothing Is More Pleasant Than To See A Pretty Woman, Her Napkin Well Placed Under Her Arms, One Of Her Hands On The Table, While The Other Carries To Her Mouth, The Choice Piece So Elegantly Carved.

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 From Whom Nature Has Withheld Taste Invented Trousers.

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.

The Pleasure Of The Table Belongs To All Ages, To All Conditions, To All Countries, And To All Areas; It Mingles With All Other Pleasures, And Remains At Last To Console Us For Their Departure.