High Thoughts Must Have High Language.

The Love Of Wine Is A Good Man's Failing.

High Thoughts Must Have High Language.

It Is Bad Taste For A Poet To Be Coarse And Hairy.

You Can't Have Anything Else To Say: You've Poured Out Every Drop Of What You Know.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.