Much Effort, Much Prosperity.

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

Women Don't Like Violence, But When Their Husbands Desert Them, That Is Different.

Among Mortals Second Thoughts Are Wisest.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.