The Arcadians Were Chestnut-eaters.

Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.

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.

The Arcadians Were Chestnut-eaters.

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.