Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And

True Friendship's Laws Are By This Rule Express'd, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Parting Guest.

Pride Is Still Aiming At The Best Houses: Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods. Aspiring To Be Gods, If Angels Fell; Aspiring To Be Angels Men Rebel.

Our Judgments, Like Our Watches, None Go Just Alike, Yet Each Believes His Own

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

But If You'll Prosper, Mark What I Advise, Whom Age, And Long Experience Render Wise.