Those Move Easiest Who Have Learn'd To

Then From The Mint Walks Forth The Man Of Rhyme, Happy To Catch Me, Just At Dinner-time.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It

Coffee Which Makes The Politician Wise, And See Through All Things With His Half-shut Eyes.

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

Taste, That Eternal Wanderer, Which Flies From Head To Ears, And Now From Ears To Eyes.