Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

It's the wise man who stays home when he's drunk

Where two discourse, if the one's anger rise, The man who lets the contest fall is wise

The man that isn't jolly after drinking Is just a driveling idiot, to my thinking

He was a wise man who originated the idea of God.