And More Than Echoes Talk Along The

In Adamantine Chains Shall Death Be Bound, And Hell's Grim Tyrant Feel Th' Eternal Wound.

What Nothing Earthly Gives, Or Can Destroy, The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heart-felt Joy, Is Virtue's Prize.

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

Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time, And Make Two Lovers Happy.

Ask You What Provocation I Have Had? The Strong Antipathy Of Good To Bad.