Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

I Feel My Sinews Slackened With The Fright, And A Cold Sweat Trills Down All Over My Limbs, As If I Were Dissolving Into Water.

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.

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.