Good Men But See Death,

The Day For Whose Returns, And Many, All These Pray; And So Do I.

Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes, And I Will Pledge With Mine; Or Leave A Kiss But In The Cup And I'll Not Look For Wine.

Chance Will Not Do The Work. Chance Sends The Breeze; But If The Pilot Slumber At The Helm, The Very Wind That Wafts Us Tow'rds The Port May Dash Us On The Shoals. The Steersman's Part Is Vigilance, Or Blow It Rough Or Smooth.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.