Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.

An Horrible Stillness First Invades Our Ear, And In That Silence We The Tempest Fear.

For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of Your Devotion To Me.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

Forgiveness To The Injured Does Belong; But They Ne'er Pardon Who Have Done Wrong.