Ridicule often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.

The pith of conversation does not consist in exhibiting your own superior knowledge on matters of small consequence, but in enlarging, improving and correcting the information you possess by the authority of others.

There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.