A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

Learn To Live Well, Or Fairly Make Your Will; You've Play'd, And Lov'd, And Ate, And Drank Your Fill: Walk Sober Off, Before A Sprightlier Age Comes Titt'ring On, And Shoves You From The Stage.

Some Positive Persisting Fops We Know, Who, If Once Wrong, Will Needs Be Always So; But You With Pleasure Own Your Errors Past, And Make Each Day A Critique On The Last.

O Love! For Sylvia Let Me Gain The Prize, And Make My Tongue Victorious As Her Eyes.

In The Nice Bee, What Sense So Subtly True From Pois'nous Herbs Extracts The Healing Dew?