Alas, That Spring Should Vanish With The

Give Me A Flagon Of Red Wine, A Book Of Verses, A Loaf Of Bread, And A Little Idleness. If With Such Store I Might Sit By Thy Dear Side In Some Lonely Place, I Should Deem Myself Happier Than A King In His Kingdom.

You Know, My Friends, With What A Brave Carouse I Made A Second Marriage In My House; Favored Old Barren Reason From My Bed, And Took The Daughter Of The Vine To Spouse.

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.

The Thoughtful Soul To Solitude Retires.