Truth Is Truth To The End Of

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

It Provokes The Desire But It Takes Away The Performance. Therefore Much Drink May Be Said To Be An Equivocator With Lechery: It Makes Him And It Mars Him; It Sets Him On And It Takes Him Off.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.