Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do

O Life! Thou Art A Galling Load, Along A Rough, A Weary Road, To Wretches Such As I!

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

I Love Drinking Now And Then. It Defecates The Standing Pool Of Thought. A Man Perpetually In The Paroxysm And Fears Of Inebriety Is Like A Half-drowned Stupid Wretch Condemned To Labor Unceasingly In Water; But A Now-and-then Tribute To Bacchus Is Like The Cold Bath, Bracing And Invigorating.

I Have A Hundred Times Wished That One Could Resign Life As An Officer Resigns A Commission.

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale