Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.
It is not enough for poems to be fine; they must charm, and draw the mind of the listener at will.
Whatever hour God has blessed you with, take it with a grateful hand.
Shun an inquisitive man, he is invariably a tell-tale.