When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

Youth Covets; Let Not This Covetousness Seduce You.

Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.

Have Faith. Where'er Thy Bark Is Driven, - The Calm's Disport, The Tempest's Mirth, - Know This: God Rules The Hosts Of Heaven, The Habitants Of Earth.

Wine Invents Nothing; It Only Tattles.