Bacchus, That First From Out

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.

Bacchus, That First From Out The Purple Grape Crush'd The Sweet Poison Of Misused Wine.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

So Little Knows Any, But God Alone, But Perverts Best Things To Worst Abuse, Or To Their Meanest Use.

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?