Well I Sup And Well I Dine,

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness : A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction : An Erring Lace Which Here And There Enthrals The Crimson Stomacher : A Cuff Neglectful, And Thereby Ribbons To Flow Confusedly : A Winning Wave (deserving Note) In The Tempestuous Petticoat : A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tie I See A Wild Civility : Do More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Livethy Protestant To Be,or Bid Me Love, And I Will Givea Loving Heart To Thee.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.