How Base A Thing It Is When

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was Still Unpledged.

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.