As Touching Peaches In General, The Very

In Wine, There's Truth.

Man Naturally Yearns For Novelty.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

Wine Maketh The Band Quivering, The Eye Watery, The Night Unquiet, Lewd Dreams, A Stinking Breath In The Morning, And An Utter Forgetfulness Of All Things.

We Listen With Deep Interest To What We Hear, For To Man Novelty Is Ever Charming.