Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.