In Sober Mornings Do Not

Drink Wine, And Live Here Blitheful While Ye May; The Morrow's Life Too Late Is; Live To-day.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.