Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

Fill Ev'ry Glass, For Wine Inspires Us, And Fires Us With Courage, Love And Joy. Women And Wine Should Life Employ. Is There Ought Else On Earth Desirous?

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!

Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With Hollow Blasts Of Wind, A Damsel Lay Deploring, All On A Rock Reclined.