Wine maketh the band quivering, the eye watery, the night unquiet, lewd dreams, a stinking breath in the morning, and an utter forgetfulness of all things.
Pliny the ElderWe neglect those things which are under our very eyes, and heedless of things within our grasp, pursue those which are afar off.
Pliny the ElderCats too, with what silent stealthiness, with what light steps do they creep up to a bird!
Pliny the Elder