A man [ful] filled shall despise an honeycomb; but an hungry man shall take, yea, bitter thing for sweet.
those things which my soul would not touch before, be now my meats for anguish.
My son, eat thou honey, for it is good; and the honeycomb for it is full sweet to thy throat.
Better be the wounds of him that loveth, than the guileful kisses of him that hateth.
As a bird passing over from his nest, so is a man that forsaketh his place.
And the people spake against the Lord, and Moses, and said, Why leddest thou us out of Egypt, that we should die in wilderness? bread faileth, waters be not; our soul loatheth now on this meat most light.
A child is here, that hath five barley loaves and two fishes; but what be these among so many?