A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And

Love Rules The Camp, The Court, The Grove - For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.

Physicians Mend Or End Us, Secundum Artem; But Although We Sneer - In Health - When Ill We Call Them To Attend Us, Without The Least Propensity To Jeer

Fill High The Cup With Samian Wine!