The Arcadians Were Chestnut-eaters.

Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.

To Be Bowed By Grief Is Folly; Naught Is Gained By Melancholy; Better Than The Pain Of Thinking, Is To Steep The Sense In Drinking.

Plant No Tree Sooner Than The Vine.

Tis Said That Wrath Is The Last Thing In A Man To Grow Old.

Not Well-built Walls, But Brave Citizens Are The Bulwark Of The City.