The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.
Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.
Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city.
Fighting men are the city's fortress.
Plant no tree sooner than the vine.
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.