Go Let Thy Less Than

Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not Worth A Nickel

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

When Age Chills The Blood, When Our Pleasures Are Past - For Years Fleet Away With The Wings Of The Dove - The Dearest Remembrance Will Still Be The Last, Our Sweetest Memorial The First Kiss Of Love.

So Do The Dark In Soul Expire, Or Live Like Scorpion Girt By Fire; So Writhes The Mind Remorse Hath Riven, Unfit For Earth, Undoom'd For Heaven, Darkness Above, Despair Beneath, Around It Flame, Within It Death.

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.