But With Man, — By Hercules! Most

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.

It Is This Earth That, Like A Kind Mother, Receives Us At Our Birth, And Sustains Us When Born; It Is This Alone, Of All The Elements Around Us, That Is Never Found An Enemy Of Man.

As For The Garden Of Mint, The Very Smell Of It Alone Recovers And Refreshes Our Spirits, As The Taste Stirs Up Our Appetite For Meat.

Better Do Nothing Than Do Ill.

We Neglect Those Things Which Are Under Our Very Eyes, And Heedless Of Things Within Our Grasp, Pursue Those Which Are Afar Off.