The Arcadians Were Chestnut-eaters.

Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.

Fighting Men Are The City's Fortress.

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

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.

One That Hath Wine As A Chain About His Wits, Such A One Lives No Life At All.