Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.
Honor is but an empty bubble.