Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.

Let Cheerfulness On Happy Fortune Wait.

By Education Most Have Been Misled.

Bacchus Ever Fair And Young, Drinking Joys Did First Ordain. Bachus's Blessings Are A Treasure, Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure, Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

But When To Sin Our Biased Nature Leans, The Careful Devil Is Still At Hand With Means; And Providently Pimps For Ill Desires.