Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

But Those Who Cannot Write, And Those Who Can, All Rhyme, And Scrawl, And Scribble, To A Man.

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It

See Christians, Jews, One Heavy Sabbath Keep, And All The Western World Believe And Sleep.