After all, too, I always devote a tithe of my gains to the Virgin; and I share the rest charitably with the poor.

But eat, drink, enjoy yourself; be absolved by your confessor for any little peccadilloes and don't run too long scores at a time,--that's my advice.
Your health, Excellency! Pshaw, signor, fasting, except on the days prescribed to a good Catholic, only engenders phantoms." "Phantoms!" "Yes; the devil always tempts the empty stomach.

To covet, to hate, to thieve, to rob, and to murder,--these are the natural desires of a man who is famishing.

With a full belly, signor, we are at peace with all the world.

That's right; you like the partridge! Cospetto! when I myself have passed two or three days in the mountains, with nothing from sunset to sunrise but a black crust and an onion, I grow as fierce as a wolf.
That's not the worst, too.