A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.

Great Wits Are Sure To Madness Near Allied, And Thin Partitions Do Their Bounds Divide.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure.