“ The Miser's a Fool, and the Lover's an Ass,
And be only’s Wise, who adores the full Glass.
⁠Let the Miser then hug up his ill gotten Pelf,
And to feed empty bags, he may starve his ownself,
Let the Lover still languish ’twixt hope & despair,
And doat on a face as inconstant as fair
But still may his bliss be as great as his soul,
Who pays no devoir but to Wine and the Bowl. ”

“ Have left on shore, some pretty girl, and true,
Who many a night doth listen to the wind,
And sighs to think how it may fare with you.
⁠Yet when the fight’s begun,
⁠And you’re serving at the gun,
Should any thoughts of her come o'er your mind,
⁠Think only should the day be won.
⁠How it would cheer
⁠Her heart to hear,
⁠That her own true sailor he was one.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ The clanging instruments awake the woods,
And founds responsive tremulate the floods;
The burnish’d arms attract the solar rays.
And glitt’ring terror o’er the field displays.
When thus brave Wolfe addrest his warlike train,
While on the Gallic lands lie look’d distdain. ”