Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.

Plant No Tree Sooner Than The Vine.

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.

The Arcadians Were Chestnut-eaters.

Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.