All my life I've been an obese man trapped inside a fat man's body.
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.
She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills