Yet, Taught By Time, My Heart Has

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.

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

True Friends Appear Less Moved Than Counterfeit.

Not Two Strong Men The Enormous Weight Could Raise,- Such Men As Live In These Degenerate Days.