The Dignity Of Truth Is Lost With

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes, And I Will Pledge With Mine; Or Leave A Kiss But In The Cup And I'll Not Look For Wine.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

I Do Honor The Very Flea Of His Dog.