I Drink To The General Joy O’

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.