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.

Politicians neither love nor hate.

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.

Beware of the fury of the patient man.

By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.