She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.

There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

And empty words are evil.

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.