A Brave Man Struggling In The Storms

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

Oh! Be Thou Blest With All That Heaven Can Send, Long Health, Long Youth, Long Pleasure-and A Friend.

Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From A Foe, Are Lost On Hearers That Our Merits Know.

What Then Remains, But Well Our Power To Use, And Keep Good-humor Still Whate'er We Lose? And Trust Me, Dear, Good-humor Can Prevail, When Airs, And Flights, And Screams, And Scolding Fail.