Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
Home is the sacred refuge of our life.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.