Roast Beef Food Quotes
“Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.”
Tom Robbins, American author. (1936- )
"Mustard's no good without roast beef."
Chico Marx, ‘Monkey Business’
"Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Seated at Life's Dining Table, with the menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d'oeuvres, and the things a la though you know that Roast Beef, Medium, is safe and sane, and sure."
Edna Ferber, American writer (1887-1968)
(The following was contributed by a website visitor who neglected to sign his name.)
The Roast Beef of Old England
Words and music by Richard Leveridge, 1735.
When Mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman's Food
It ennobl'd our veins and enriched our Blood:
Our Soldiers were Brave and our Courtiers were Good:
Oh! The Roast Beef of Old England,
And Old English Roast Beef.
But since we have learned from all vapouring France,
To eat their Ragouts, as well as to Dance.
We are fed up with nothing but vain Complaisance,
Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
Our Fathers, of old, were Robust, Stout and Strong,
And kept open House, with good cheer all day long.
Which made their plump Tenants rejoyce in this Song,
Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
But now we are dwindled, to what shall I name,
A sneaking poor Race, half begotten ... and Tame,
Who Sully those Honours that once shone in Fame,
Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
When good Queen Elizabeth sate on the throne
E'er Coffee and Tea and such slip-slops were known;
The World was in Terror if e'er she did frown.
Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
In those days, if Fleets did presume on the Main,
They seldom, or never, return'd back again,
As witness, the Vaunting Armada of Spain.
Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
Oh! Then we had stomachs to eat, and to fight:
And when wrongs were a-cooking to do ourselves right,
But now we're a ... I could, but good Night.
Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
“’Tis burnt; and so is all the meat...
I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
And I expressly am forbid to touch it;
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh."
William Shakespeare, ‘The Taming of the Shrew’, Act IV
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