Envy's A Sharper Spur Than

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In Silence Sleep!

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

What Happiness The Rural Maid Attends, In Cheerful Labour While Each Day She Spends! She Gratefully Receives What Heav'n Has Sent, And, Rich In Poverty, Enjoys Content.

Fill It Up. I Take As Large Draughts Of Liquor As I Did Of Love. I Hate A Flincher In Either.