W HO hath wo? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath complaining? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek out mixed wine.
Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it sparkleth in the cup, when it goeth down smoothly: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Thine eyes shall behold strange things, and thy heart shall utter perverse things. . . . They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not hurt; they have beaten me, and I felt it not; when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.—Proverbs.
And every man that striveth in the games exerciseth self-control in all things. Now they do it to receive a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible.—Paul.