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.
But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!
From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.
The single best augury is to fight for one's country.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.