The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy pie >>
A hair divides what is false and true. >>
Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard gre >>
Some men are like musical glasses; to produce their finest tones you m >>
It's not the drinking to be blamed, but the excess. >>
Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness. >>
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.