You Drown Him By Your Talk.

This Is The Great Fault Of Wine; It First Trips Up The Feet: It Is A Cunning Wrestler.

If You Spend A Thing You Can Not Have It. [lat., Non Tibi Illud Apparere Si Sumas Potest.]

Out Of Many Evils The Evil Which Is Least Is The Least Of Evils. [lat., E Malis Multis, Malum, Quod Minimum Est, Id Minimum Est Malum.]

Wine Is A Cunning Wrestler.

If I Can Only Keep My Good Name, I Shall Have Riches Enough.