What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!

Such Is Your Cold Coquette, Who Can't Say "no," And Won't Say "yes," And Keeps You On And Off-ing On A Lee-shore, Till It Begins To Blow, Then Sees Your Heart Wreck'd, With An Inward Scoffing.

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than My Heart.

Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue Ocean