Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring

Drink Wine, And Live Here Blitheful While Ye May; The Morrow's Life Too Late Is; Live To-day.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust To The Shore, Ships Have Been Drown'd, Where Late They Danc'd Before.

Who With A Little Cannot Be Content, Endures An Everlasting Punishment.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.