Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

Fill Ev'ry Glass, For Wine Inspires Us, And Fires Us With Courage, Love And Joy. Women And Wine Should Life Employ. Is There Ought Else On Earth Desirous?

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.