And then to breakfast with

What appetite you have.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O, who can hold a fire in his hand

By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?

Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite

By bare imagination of a feast?

Or wallow naked in December snow

By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

O, no! the apprehension of the good

Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

The sounding cataract

Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,

The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,

Their colours and their forms, were then to me

An appetite,—a feeling and a love,

That had no need of a remoter charm

By thoughts supplied, nor any interest

Unborrowed from the eye.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

And health on both!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Why, she would hang on him,

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.

That strain again! it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.

Epicurean cooks

Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1.