Whom Drink Made Wits, Though Nature Made

The Oak, When Living, Monarch Of The Wood; The English Oak, Which, Dead, Commands The Flood.

Amongst The Sons Of Men How Few Are Known Who Dare Be Just To Merit Not Their Own.

Nature, Through All Her Works, In Great Degree, Borrows A Blessing From Variety. Music Itself Her Needful Aid Requires To Rouse The Soul, And Wake Our Dying Fires.

Whom Drink Made Wits, Though Nature Made Them Fools.

If Honor Calls, Where'er She Points The Way The Sons Of Honor Follow, And Obey.