Danger and Insecurity are with you.
The very table, charged with viands, is
Mere mock'ry oft;—gives promise to the eye,
And breaks it to the lip. Is there nought safe then?
Yes, by the gods,—that which has pass'd the teeth,
And is in a state of deglutition: reckon
Yourself secure of that, and that alone:
All else is fleet, precarious, insecure. —Mitchell.
Alexis. (Book iii. § 86, p. 194.)