Between Two Stools One Sits On The

All's Well In The End, If You've Only The Patience To Wait.

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.

No Noble Man Ever Hated Good Wine.

I Won't Undertake War Until I Have Tried All The Arts And Means Of Peace.

Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil. [fr., De Jeune Hermite, Vieil Diable.]