Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

Variety's The Source Of Joy Below, From Whence Still Fresh-revolving Pleasures Flow, In Books And Love The Mind One End Pursues, And Only Change The Expiring Flames Renews.