Keen Appetite And Quick Digestion Wait On

Woman's Honor Is Nice As Ermine; It Will Not Bear A Soil.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave To Free, These Are Imperial Arts.

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.

I Am Resolved To Grow Fat, And Look Young Till Forty.