The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They Be, Unless God Gives The Benediction.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine.