'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life

Let Us Have Wine And Women, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.

What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.

I Have A Great Mind To Believe In Christianity For The Mere Pleasure Of Fancying I May Be Damned.