One that hath wine as a chain about his wits, such a one lives no life at all.
Plant no tree sooner than the vine.
Fighting men are the city's fortress.
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.
Wine is a peep-hole on a man.
The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.