Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.
Be mine that silent calm repast, A conscience cheerful to the last: That tree which bears immortal fruit, Without a canker at the root; That friend which never fails the just, When other friends desert their trust.
It is always easier to be an epicure of a small repast than of a banquet.
[T]ea, that uniquely English meal, that unnecessary collation at which no stimulants--neither alcohol nor meat--are served, that comforting repast of which to partake is as good as second childhood.