Row On [whatever Happens]. [lat., Vogue La

A Certain Jollity Of Mind, Pickled In The Scorn Of Fortune.

Men That Are Free, Well-born, Well-bred, And Conversant In Honest Companies, Have Naturally An Instinct And Spur That Prompteth Them Unto Virtuous Actions, And Withdraws Them From Vice, Which Is Called Honour. Those Same Men, When By Base Subjection And Constraint They Are Brought Under And Kept Down, Turn Aside From That Noble Disposition, By Which They Formerly Were Inclined To Virtue, To Shake Off And Break That Bond Of Servitude, Wherein They Are So Tyrannously Enslaved; For It Is Agreeable With The Nature Of Man To Long After Things Forbidden, And To Desire What Is Denied Us.

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.

The Scent Of Wine, Oh How Much More Agreeable, Laughing, Praying, Celestial And Delicious It Is Than That Of Oil!

When I Drink, I Think; And When I Think, I Drink.