Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.