Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not

I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not Perfectly Mutual.

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

Let Us Have Wine And Woman, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After. Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication: Glory, The Grape, Love, Gold, In These Are Sunk The Hopes Of All Men, And Of Every Nation; Without Their Sap, How Branchless Were The Trunk Of Life's Strange Tree, So Fruitful On Occasion: But To Return--get Very Drunk; And When You Wake With Head-ache, You Shall See What Then.

He Had Kept The Whiteness Of His Soul, And Thus Men O'er Him Wept.

One Hates An Author That's All Author.