In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
There is a medium in all things. There are certain limits beyond, or within which, that which is right cannot exist.
Betray not a secret even though racked by wine or wrath.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
Don't long for the unripe grape.
No poems can please long or live that are written by water drinkers.