Festive Alcohol Sometimes Leads To An Excess

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.

That Subtle Knot Which Makes Us Man So Must Pure Lovers Souls Descend T Affections, And To Faculties, Which Sense May Reach And Apprehend, Else A Great Prince In Prison Lies.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.