To Business That We Love We Rise

A Noble Shalt Thou Have, And Present Pay; And Liquor Likewise Will I Give To Thee, And Friendship Shall Combine, And Brotherhood.

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.