Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The

And All Who Told It Added Something New, And All Who Heard It, Made Enlargements Too.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

Then From The Mint Walks Forth The Man Of Rhyme, Happy To Catch Me, Just At Dinner-time.