If you'd been doing nothing for a week except lie up, you'd be as riotous as I." "'Singing and murmuring in your Feastful mirth, Joying to feel yourself alive; Lord over Nature, Lord of the visible Earth, Lord of the senses five.
"The Phantom 'Rickshaw and Other Ghost Stories"
Rudyard Kipling
Meantime Telemachus, the blooming heir Of sea-girt Ithaca, demands my care; 'Tis mine to form his green, unpractised years In sage debates; surrounded with his peers, To save the state, and timely to restrain The bold intrusion of the suitor-train; Who crowd his palace, and with lawless power His herds and flocks in Feastful rites devour.
"The Odyssey of Homer"
Homer, translated by Alexander Pope
To Feastful mirth be this white hour assign'd.
"The Odyssey of Homer"
Homer, translated by Alexander Pope