Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.

By Education Most Have Been Misled.

Bacchus Ever Fair And Young, Drinking Joys Did First Ordain. Bachus's Blessings Are A Treasure, Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure, Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.