Order Is Heaven's First Law.

No More Was Seen The Human Form Divine.

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

Wise Wretch! With Pleasures Too Refined To Please, With Too Much Spirit To Be E'er At Ease, With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught, With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought: You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give, And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Good-humor Only Teaches Charms To Last, Still Makes New Conquests And Maintains The Past.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.