Tis Not The Food, But The Content,

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

In The Hour Of My Distress, When Temptations Me Oppress, And When I My Sins Confess, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.