Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.

Time Be Thine, And Thy Best Graces Spend It At Thy Will.

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.