Then Gently Scan Your Brother Man, Still

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What A Panic's In Thy Breastie!

I Love Drinking Now And Then. It Defecates The Standing Pool Of Thought. A Man Perpetually In The Paroxysm And Fears Of Inebriety Is Like A Half-drowned Stupid Wretch Condemned To Labor Unceasingly In Water; But A Now-and-then Tribute To Bacchus Is Like The Cold Bath, Bracing And Invigorating.

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!