A Certain Jollity Of Mind, Pickled In

Oh How Unhappy Is The Prince Served By Such Men Who Are So Easily Corrupted.

The Dress Does Not Make The Monk. [fr., L'habit Ne Fait Le Moine.]

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.

The Belly Has No Ears Nor Is It To Be Filled With Fair Words.

Not Everyone Is A Debtor Who Wishes To Be; Not Everyone Who Wishes Makes Creditors.