There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of

If A Man Rejoice Not In His Drinking, He Is Mad; For In Drinking It's Possible ... To Fondle Breasts, And To Caress Well Tended Locks, And There Is Dancing Withal, And Oblivion Of Woe.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.

The Best Prophet Is Common Sense, Our Native Wit.

An Ally Need Not Own The Land He Helps.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.