There Are More Old Drunkards Than Old

Bring Down The Curtain, The Farce Is Over

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.

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.

Early Rising Is No Pleasure; Early Drinking's Just The Measure.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Perhaps.