All My Fears And Cares Are Of

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

Affliction's Sons Are Brothers In Distress; A Brother To Relieve, How Exquisite The Bliss!

I Love Drinking Now And Then. It Defecates The Standing Pool Of Thought. A Man Perpetually In The Paroxysm And Fears Of Inebriety Is Like A Half-drowned Stupid Wretch Condemned To Labor Unceasingly In Water; But A Now-and-then Tribute To Bacchus Is Like The Cold Bath, Bracing And Invigorating.

John Barleycorn Was A Hero Bold, Of Noble Enterprise, For If You Do But Taste His Blood, 'twill Make Your Courage Rise, Twill Make A Man Forget His Wo; 'twill Heighten All His Joy.

Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor. ... Opera Is Where A Man Gets Stabbed In The Back, And Instead Of Dying, He Sings.