To Good And True Love, Fear Is

When I Drink, I Think; And When I Think, I Drink.

No Noble Man Ever Hated Good Wine.

The Devil Was Sick - The Devil A Monk Would Be, The Devil Was Well The Devil A Monk Was He

Appetite Comes With Eating.....but Thirst Goes Away With Drinking.

Gargantua, At The Age Of Four Hundred Four Score And Forty- Four Years Begat His Son Pantagruel, From His Wife, Named Badebec, Daughter Of The King Of The Amaurotes In Utopia, Who Died In Child-birth: Because He Was Marvelously Huge And So Heavy That He Could Not Come To Light Without Suffocating His Mother.