The Arcadians Were Chestnut-eaters.

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.

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

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.

Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.

Plant No Tree Sooner Than The Vine.