Appetite, a universal wolf.

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite.

But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!

Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.