Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

Wine It Is The Milk Of Venus, And The Poet's Horse Accounted: Ply It And You All Are Mounted.