Not Well-built Walls, But Brave Citizens Are

Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.

Not Well-built Walls, But Brave Citizens Are The Bulwark Of The City.

To Be Bowed By Grief Is Folly; Naught Is Gained By Melancholy; Better Than The Pain Of Thinking, Is To Steep The Sense In Drinking.

Plant No Tree Sooner Than The Vine.

Not Houses Finely Roofed Or The Stones Of Walls Well Builded, Nay Nor Canals And Dockyards Make The City, But Men Able To Use Their Opportunity.