It Is Hard For Power To Enjoy

Blush At Your Faults.

We Are Stark Naught All, Bad's The Best Of Us.

And He That Will Go To Bed Sober, Falls With The Leaf Still In October.

Nothing Is Thought Rare Which Is Not New And Follow'd, Yet We Know That What Was Worne Some Twenty Yeare Agoe, Comes Into Grace Againe.

Best While You Have It Use Your Breath, There Is No Drinking After Death.