Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.

Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.

New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.

Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.