Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And

Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect, You Lose It In The Moment You Detect.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confessed, Some Are, And Must Be, Greater Than The Rest, More Rich, More Wise; But Who Infers From Hence That Such Are Happier, Shocks All Common Sense. Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

Like Cato, Give His Little Senate Laws, And Sit Attentive To His Own Applause.