For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.

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.

And plenty makes us poor.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.