All things have their ends and cycles. And when they have reached their highest point, they are in their lowest ruin, for they cannot last for long in such a state. Such is the end for those who cannot moderate their fortune and prosperity with reason and temperance.

The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!

Bottle, whose Mysterious Deep Do's ten thousand Secrets keep, With attentive Ear I wait; Ease my Mind, and speak my Fate.

Oh how unhappy is the prince served by such men who are so easily corrupted.

No clock is more regular than the belly.

There is nothing holy nor sacred to those who have abandoned God and reason in order to follow their perverse desires.

It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen.