Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius
I say no wealth is worth my life.
For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother
And would'st thou evil for his good repay?