There Are More Old Drunkards Than Old

Remove Idleness From The World And Soon The Arts Of Cupid Would Perish.

Fate Leads The Willing, And Th' Unwilling Draws.

The Age Was Still Dark And Reeked Of The Havoc And Misfortunes Of The Goths Who Had Put All Good Literature To Destruction. But, By God's Goodness, In My Time Light And Dignity Were Returned To Letters, And I See There Such Improvement That Today I Would Have Great Difficulty Being Admitted To The Most Elementary Classes--i, Who In My Time Was Reputed To Be (and Not Wrongly) To Be The Most Knowledgeable Person Of The Century.

A Child Is Not A Vase To Be Filled, But A Fire To Be Lit.

The Scent Of Wine, Oh How Much More Agreeable, Laughing, Praying, Celestial And Delicious It Is Than That Of Oil!