Taste it well and stone thou shalt it find. Chaucer.

When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine. John ii. 9.

When Commodus had once tasted human blood, he became incapable of pity or remorse. Gibbon.

I tasted a little of this honey. 1 Sam. xiv. 29.

He . . . should taste death for every man. Heb. ii. 9.

Thou . . . wilt taste
No pleasure, though in pleasure, solitary. Milton.

Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason
Shall to the king taste of this action. Shak.

For age but tastes of pleasures, youth devours. Dryden.

The valiant never taste of death but once. Shak.

* Taste depends mainly on the contact of soluble matter with the terminal organs (connected with branches of the glossopharyngeal and other nerves) in the papillæ on the surface of the tongue. The base of the tongue is considered most sensitive to bitter substances, the point to sweet and acid substances.

I have no taste
Of popular applause. Dryden.

Syn. -- Savor; relish; flavor; sensibility; gout. -- Taste, Sensibility, Judgment. Some consider taste as a mere sensibility, and others as a simple exercise of judgment; but a union of both is requisite to the existence of anything which deserves the name. An original sense of the beautiful is just as necessary to æsthetic judgments, as a sense of right and wrong to the formation of any just conclusions on moral subjects. But this "sense of the beautiful" is not an arbitrary principle. It is under the guidance of reason; it grows in delicacy and correctness with the progress of the individual and of society at large; it has its laws, which are seated in the nature of man; and it is in the development of these laws that we find the true "standard of taste."

What, then, is taste, but those internal powers,
Active and strong, and feelingly alive
To each fine impulse? a discerning sense
Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust
From things deformed, or disarranged, or gross
In species? This, nor gems, nor stores of gold,
Nor purple state, nor culture, can bestow,
But God alone, when first his active hand
Imprints the secret bias of the soul. Akenside.

Taste of buds, or Taste of goblets (Anat.), the flask-shaped end organs of taste in the epithelium of the tongue. They are made up of modified epithelial cells arranged somewhat like leaves in a bud.