Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot, And Never Brought To Min?

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.

All My Fears And Cares Are Of This World; If There Is Another, An Honest Man Has Nothing To Fear From It.

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.