One That Hath Wine As A Chain

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.

Brave Men Are A City's Strongest Tower Of Defence.

Not Houses Finely Roofed Or The Stones Of Walls Well Builded, Nay Nor Canals And Dockyards Make The City, But Men Able To Use Their Opportunity.

Plant No Tree Sooner Than The Vine.

Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.