Nothing To Build, And All Things To

Bacchus Ever Fair And Young, Drinking Joys Did First Ordain. Bachus's Blessings Are A Treasure, Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure, Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

They Think Too Little Who Talk Too Much.