What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

Were I Laid On Greenland's Coast, And In My Arms Embrac'd My Lass; Warm Amidst Eternal Frost, Too Soon The Half Year's Night Would Pass.

A Rich Rogue Nowadays Is Fit Company For Any Gentleman; And The World, My Dear, Hath Not Such A Contempt For Roguery As You Imagine.

Fill Ev'ry Glass, For Wine Inspires Us, And Fires Us With Courage, Love And Joy. Women And Wine Should Life Employ. Is There Ought Else On Earth Desirous?

Fill It Up. I Take As Large Draughts Of Liquor As I Did Of Love. I Hate A Flincher In Either.

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.