Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness

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

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

See! From The Brake The Whirring Pheasant Springs, And Mounts Exulting On Triumphant Wings; Short Is His Joy! He Feels The Fiery Wound, Flutters In Blood, And Panting Beats The Ground.

Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil In Private.