What Can We Take On Trust In

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

If A Man Rejoice Not In His Drinking, He Is Mad; For In Drinking It's Possible ... To Fondle Breasts, And To Caress Well Tended Locks, And There Is Dancing Withal, And Oblivion Of Woe.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

New Faces Have More Authority Than Accustomed Ones.