In war the heroes always outnumber the soldiers ten to one.
Reproachful speech from either side The want of argument supplied; They rail, reviled; as often ends The contests of disputing friends.
What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.
From wine what sudden friendship springs
We only part to meet again.
The brave Love mercy, and delight to save.
On the choice of friends, Our good or evil name depends.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
When we risk no contradiction, it prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
We must respect the other fellow's religion, but only in the sense and to the extent that we respect his theory that his wife is beautiful and his children smart.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
To cheat a man is nothing; but the woman must have fine parts, indeed, who cheats a woman.
Fill every glass, for wine inspires us,And fires us With courage, love and joy. Women and wine should life employ. Is there ought to else on earth desirous?