On With The Dance! Let Joy Be

Let No Man Grumble When His Friends Fall Off, As They Will Do Like Leaves At The First Breeze; When Your Affairs Come Round, One Way Or T'other, Go To The Coffee House, And Take Another.

Fare Thee Well, And If For Ever Still For Ever Fare Thee Well.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

Still From The Fount Of Joy's Delicious Springs Some Bitter O'er The Flowers Its Bubbling Venom Flings.

Out Of Chaos God Made A World, And Out Of High Passions Comes A People.