You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

Let Us Have Wine And Woman, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After. Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication: Glory, The Grape, Love, Gold, In These Are Sunk The Hopes Of All Men, And Of Every Nation; Without Their Sap, How Branchless Were The Trunk Of Life's Strange Tree, So Fruitful On Occasion: But To Return--get Very Drunk; And When You Wake With Head-ache, You Shall See What Then.

For Through The South The Custom Still Commands The Gentleman To Kiss The Lady's Hands.