Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface

Tell That To The Marines - The Sailors Won't Believe It.

Never Was Flattery Lost On A Poet's Ear; A Simple Race, They Waste Their Toil For The Vain Tribute Of A Smile.

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

To Be Ambitious Of True Honor, Of The True Glory And Perfection Of Our Natures, Is The Very Principle And Incentive Of Virtue.