Wine Is A Peep-hole On A Man.

Not Well-built Walls, But Brave Citizens Are The Bulwark Of The City.

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.

Tis Said That Wrath Is The Last Thing In A Man To Grow Old.

Plant No Tree Sooner Than The Vine.

One That Hath Wine As A Chain About His Wits, Such A One Lives No Life At All.