The Best Thing In The World [is]

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

The Wine Urges Me On, The Bewitching Wine, Which Sets Even A Wise Man To Singing And To Laughing Gently And Rouses Him Up To Dance And Brings Forth Words Which Were Better Unspoken.

The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To Drain.

For A Friend With An Understanding Heart Is Worth No Less Than A Brother