To Take Up Half On Trust, And

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

Bacchus Ever Fair And Young, Drinking Joys Did First Ordain. Bachus's Blessings Are A Treasure, Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure, Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.

Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First Comer Sped; And They Have Kept It Since By Being Dead.