youth is quick in feeling but weak in judgement.
The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
Over the wine-dark sea.
Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor
You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!