Nor Shall Our Cups Make

Where It Concerns Himself, Who's Angry At A Slander, Makes It True.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.

Nor For My Peace Will I Go Far, As Wanderers Do, That Still Do Roam, But Make My Strengths, Such As They Are, Here In My Bosom, And At Home.

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.