He whose mouth is out of taste says the wine is flat.
The thing I fear most is fear.
Nature is a gentle guide, but not more sweet and gentle than prudent and just.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
Some, either from being glued to vice by a natural attachment, or from long habit, no longer recognize its ugliness.