Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In

I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be Proud; For Grief Is Proud, And Makes His Owner Stoop.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors