Plant No Tree Sooner Than The Vine.

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

One That Hath Wine As A Chain About His Wits, Such A One Lives No Life At All.

Brave Men Are A City's Strongest Tower Of Defence.

Tis Said That Wrath Is The Last Thing In A Man To Grow Old.

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.