Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.

To an incompetent judge I must not lie, but I may be silent; to a competent I must answer.

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.