To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.

Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.

Plant no tree sooner than the vine.

Wine is a peep-hole on a man.

One that hath wine as a chain about his wits, such a one lives no life at all.

The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.

Fighting men are the city's fortress.