Alas! All Music Jars When The Soul's

We Ought To Love Our Maker For His Own Sake, Without Either Hope Of Good Or Fear Of Pain.

The Wise Hand Does Not All The Tongue Dictates.

Under A Bad Cloak There Is Often A Good Drinker

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies?

Drink Moderately, For Drunkeness Neither Keeps A Secret, Nor Observes A Promise.