We Are Quick To Flare Up, We

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

Have Patience, Heart.

The Hearts Of The Great Can Be Changed.