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?]
When discord dreadful bursts the brazen bars, And shatters iron locks to thunder forth her wars.
In love there are two evils: war and peace.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
In peace, a wise man makes preparations for war.
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