Since we are mortal, friendships are best kept to a moderate level, rather than sharing the very depths of our souls.

Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.

Keep alive the light of justice, And much that men say in blame will pass you by.

Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.

A wise fellow who is also worthless always charms the rabble.

Dishonor will not trouble me, once I am dead.

If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking it's possible ... to fondle breasts, and to caress well tended locks, and there is dancing withal, and oblivion of woe.