High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's

Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I Am Dead.

What Else Goes Wrong For A Woman-except Her Marriage?

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.

A Coward Turns Away, But A Brave Man's Choice Is Danger.

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