I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.

In Winter's Tedious Nights Sit By The Fire With Good Old Folks, And Let Them Tell Thee Tales Of Woeful Ages, Long Ago Betid

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

A Good Wit Will Make Use Of Anything.