Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

I Would Prefer As Friend A Good Man Ignorant Than One More Clever Who Is Evil Too.

Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs Wild, Worse Than Raging Fire, While The Man Who Stands Apart Is Called A Coward.

Who Cannot Open An Honest Mind No Friend Will He Be Of Mine.