You must strive to multiply bread so that it suffices for the tables of mankind, and not rather favor an artificial control of birth, which would be irrational, in order to diminish the number of guests at the banquet of life. ↗
Life serves the food, and Death always shows up to the banquet, like an univited guest with nothing in hand to contribute, just to devour everything
then leave. ↗
My vanity was flattered by having been mistaken for our revered sovereign. I ordered a banquet to be got ready for the following evening, under the trees before my house, and invited the whole town. ↗