Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In

Now The Melancholy Of God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Doublet Of Changable Taffata, For Thy Mind Is A Very Opal. I Would Have Men Of Such Constancy Put To Sea, That Their Business Might Be Everything, And Their Intent Everywhere, For That's It, That Always Makes A Good Voyage Of Nothing.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.