Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fixed, 'tis Fixed As In A Frost.

Blest Paper-credit! Last And Best Supply! That Lends Corruption Lighter Wings To Fly!

Ah! What Avails It Me The Flocks To Keep, Who Lost My Heart While I Preserv'd My Sheep.

Amusement Is The Happiness Of Those Who Cannot Think.

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.