Wine is a peep-hole on a man..

Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city..

Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old..

Plant no tree sooner than the vine..

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..

Fighting men are the city's fortress..

Brave men are a city's strongest tower of defence..

The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters..

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..

One that hath wine as a chain about his wits, such a one lives no life at all..