In peace, a wise man makes preparations for war.
In love there are two evils: war and peace.
Who after wine, talks of wars hardships or of poverty.
Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
When discord dreadful bursts the brazen bars, And shatters iron locks to thunder forth her wars.
