Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And

Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.

Lo! The Poor Indian! Whose Untutor'd Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind; His Soul Proud Science Never Taught To Stray Far As The Solar Walk Or Milky Way.

A Patriot Is A Fool In Ev'ry Age.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

O Happiness! Our Being's End And Aim! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content! Whate'er Thy Name: That Something Still Which Prompts The Eternal Sigh, For Which We Bear To Live, Or Dare To Die.