ALCAEUS

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

Plant no tree sooner than the vine.

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.

Fighting men are the city's fortress.

Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls.

Wine is a peep-hole on a man.

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.

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

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.

Wine is a peep-hole on a man.

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.

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

Fighting men are the city's fortress.

Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls.

The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.

Plant no tree sooner than the vine.

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

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