By Night The Glass Of

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

Forget Thyself To Marble.

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

Impostor; Do Not Charge Most Innocent Nature, As If She Would Her Children Should Be Riotous With Her Abundance; She, Good Cateress, Means Her Provision Only To The Good, That Live According To Her Sober Laws, And Holy Dictate Of Spare Temperance.