Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the load from anxious minds, and evokes talents. Thanks to the bottle's prompting no one is lost for words, no one who's cramped by poverty fails to find release.

What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.

The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat

Punishment follows close on crime.

Fiction intended to please, should resemble truth as much as possible.

By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!

While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.