I Think That Fortune Watcheth

If God Is Truly God, He Is Perfect, Lacking Nothing.

If A Man Rejoice Not In His Drinking, He Is Mad; For In Drinking It's Possible ... To Fondle Breasts, And To Caress Well Tended Locks, And There Is Dancing Withal, And Oblivion Of Woe.

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.