To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

The People's Prayer, The Glad Diviner's Theme, The Young Men's Vision, And The Old Men's Dream!

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.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.