On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

Love, Hope, And Joy, Fair Pleasure's Smiling Train, Hate, Fear, And Grief, The Family Of Pain, These Mix'd With Art, And To Due Bounds Confin'd Make And Maintain The Balance Of The Mind.

Light Quirks Of Music, Broken And Uneven,make The Soul Dance Upon A Jig To Heav'n.

Mark What Unvary'd Laws Preserve Each State, Laws Wise As Nature, And As Fixed As Fate.