Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.

The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where We Dine.