On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.
An obstinate person does not hold opinions; they hold them.