If Ancient Tales Say True,

Let Us Have Wine And Woman, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After. Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication: Glory, The Grape, Love, Gold, In These Are Sunk The Hopes Of All Men, And Of Every Nation; Without Their Sap, How Branchless Were The Trunk Of Life's Strange Tree, So Fruitful On Occasion: But To Return--get Very Drunk; And When You Wake With Head-ache, You Shall See What Then.

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

They Used To Say That Knowledge Is Power. I Used To Think So, But I Know Now They Mean Money.