Honor Is But An Empty Bubble.

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.

Bacchus Ever Fair And Young, Drinking Joys Did First Ordain. Bachus's Blessings Are A Treasure, Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure, Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.