Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface To Make It Welcome. And They Drank The Red Wine Through The Helmet Barr'd.

What Skilful Limner E'er Would Choose To Paint The Rainbow's Varying Hues, Unless To Mortal It Were Given To Dip His Brush In Dyes Of Heaven?

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.