Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

Few Things Surpass Old Wine; And They May Preach Who Please, The More Because They Preach In Vain

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!

Let Us Have Wine And Woman, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After. Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication: Glory, The Grape, Love, Gold, In These Are Sunk The Hopes Of All Men, And Of Every Nation; Without Their Sap, How Branchless Were The Trunk Of Life's Strange Tree, So Fruitful On Occasion: But To Return--get Very Drunk; And When You Wake With Head-ache, You Shall See What Then.

Good But Rarely Came From Good Advice.