Wise To Resolve, And Patient To Perform.

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From Heaven Proceed The Woes Of Man: Heaven Doom'd The Greeks To Bleed.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

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.