Come And Trip It As Ye Go

One Sip Of This Will Bathe The Drooping Spirits In Delight, Beyond The Bliss Of Dreams.

Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?