Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.

Horses (thou Say'st) And Asses Men May Try, And Ring Suspected Vessels Ere They Buy; But Wives, A Random Choice, Untried They Take; They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake; Then, Nor Till Then, The Veil's Removed Away, And All The Woman Glares In Open Day.

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.

In The Nice Bee, What Sense So Subtly True From Pois'nous Herbs Extracts The Healing Dew?

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.