I Never Sleep In Comfort

Bring Down The Curtain, The Farce Is Over

It Is My Feeling That Time Ripens All Things; With Time All Things Are Revealed; Time Is The Father Of Truth.

Early Rising Is No Pleasure; Early Drinking's Just The Measure.

A Little Rain Beats Down A Big Wind. Long Drinking Bouts Break Open The Tun(der).

The Age Was Still Dark And Reeked Of The Havoc And Misfortunes Of The Goths Who Had Put All Good Literature To Destruction. But, By God's Goodness, In My Time Light And Dignity Were Returned To Letters, And I See There Such Improvement That Today I Would Have Great Difficulty Being Admitted To The Most Elementary Classes--i, Who In My Time Was Reputed To Be (and Not Wrongly) To Be The Most Knowledgeable Person Of The Century.