Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

Wine Give Strenght To Weary Men. And And Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile. Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile. And Let Those Who Drink Not, But Austerely Dine, Dry Up In Law; The Muses Smell Of Wine. And No Poem Was Ever Written By A Drinker Of Water. And Bacchus Opens The Gate Of The Heart. And Might To Inspire New Hopes And Powerful To Drown The Bitterness Of Cares.

Aries In His Many Fits Knows No Favorites.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.