Home Is The Sacred Refuge Of Our

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.

And After Hearing What Our Church Can Say, If Still Our Reason Runs Another Way, That Private Reason 'tis More Just To Curb, Than By Disputes The Public Peace Disturb; For Points Obscure Are Of Small Use To Learn, But Common Quiet Is Mankind's Concern.

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.

Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient Man.

Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.