Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.

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.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

Errors Like Straws Upon The Surface Flow, Who Would Search For Pearls To Be Grateful For Often Must Dive Below.