I Do Love I Know Not What;

Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine.

A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine, A Little Prop Best Fits A Little Vine, As My Small Cruse Best Fits My Little Wine.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.