How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.

Wine Give Strenght To Weary Men. And And Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile. Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile. And Let Those Who Drink Not, But Austerely Dine, Dry Up In Law; The Muses Smell Of Wine. And No Poem Was Ever Written By A Drinker Of Water. And Bacchus Opens The Gate Of The Heart. And Might To Inspire New Hopes And Powerful To Drown The Bitterness Of Cares.