Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.

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.

Short Is The Joy That Guilty Pleasure Brings.

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.

The Ways Of The Gods Are Long, But In The End They Are Not Without Strength.

But Learn That To Die Is A Debt We Must All Pay.