I Detest The Man Who Hides On

The Hearts Of The Great Can Be Changed.

There Is A Strength In The Even Of Very Sorry Men

See How God Ever Like With Like Doth Pair, And Still The Worthless Doth The Worthless Lead!

Wine Give Strenght To Weary Men. And And Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile. Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile. And Let Those Who Drink Not, But Austerely Dine, Dry Up In Law; The Muses Smell Of Wine. And No Poem Was Ever Written By A Drinker Of Water. And Bacchus Opens The Gate Of The Heart. And Might To Inspire New Hopes And Powerful To Drown The Bitterness Of Cares.

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.