Drink Is The Feast Of

Yet Graceful Ease, And Sweetness Void Of Pride, Might Hide Her Faults, If Belles Had Faults To Hide: If To Her Share Some Female Errors Fall, Look On Her Face, And You'll Forget 'em All.

Where's The Man Who Counsel Can Bestow, Still Pleased To Teach, And Yet Not Proud To Know.

Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.

Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly, The Light Militia Of The Lower Sky.