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

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

Wine is a peep-hole on a man.

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.

Not houses finely roofed or the stones of walls well-builded, nay nor canals and dockyards, make the city, bur men able to use their opportunity.

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.

The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.