Well I Sup And Well I Dine,

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.