New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.

How Blessed Is He, Who Leads A Country Life, Unvex'd With Anxious Cares, And Void Of Strife! Who Studying Peace, And Shunning Civil Rage, Enjoy'd His Youth, And Now Enjoys His Age: All Who Deserve His Love, He Makes His Own; And, To Be Lov'd Himself, Needs Only To Be Known.

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.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.