O' What May Man Within Him Hide,

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.