I Paint The Cot, As Truth Will

Feed The Musician, And He's Out Of Tune.

Who Calls A Lawyer Rogue, May Find, Too Lateupon One Of These Depends His Whole Estate.

With Eye Upraised His Master's Look To Scan, The Joy, The Solace, And The Aid Of Man: The Rich Man's Guardian And The Poor Man's Friend, The Only Creature Faithful To The End.

Fashion, Though Folly's Child, And Guide Of Fools, Rules E'en The Wisest, And In Learning Rules.

Wine, Like The Rising Sun, Possession Gains, And Drives The Mist Of Dullness From The Brains, The Gloomy Vapor From The Spirit Flies, And Views Of Gaiety And Gladness Rise.