Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.

Bacchus Ever Fair And Young, Drinking Joys Did First Ordain. Bachus's Blessings Are A Treasure, Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure, Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Love Works A Different Way In Different Minds, The Fool It Enlightens And The Wise It Blinds.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.

By Education Most Have Been Misled.