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.

The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.

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

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

Fighting men are the city's fortress.

Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city.

Plant no tree sooner than the vine.