Wine is a peep-hole on a man.
Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.
One that hath wine as a chain about his wits, such a one lives no life at all.
Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city.
The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.
Not houses finely roofed or the stones of walls well builded, nay nor canals and dockyards make the city, but men able to use their opportunity.