Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

The End Of Satire Is The Amendment Of Vices By Correction; And He Who Writes Honestly Is No More An Enemy To The Offender Than The Physician To The Patient When He Prescribes Harsh Remedies.

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

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.

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.