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English
1708
XLV. But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me The Quarrel of the Universe let be: And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht, Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee. BUT LEAVE THE WISE TO WRANGLE AND WITH ME THE QUARREL OF THE UNIVERSE LET BE AND IN SOME CORNER OF THE HUBBUB COUCHED MAKE GAME OF THAT WHICH MAKES AS MUCH OF THEE
finite Pursuit Of This and That endeavour and dispute? Better be merry with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. XL. You know, my Friends, how long since in my House For a new Marriage I did make Carouse: Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. XLI. For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line, And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define, I yet in all I only cared to know, Was never deep in anything but--Wine. XLII. And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape, Bearing a vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape! XLIII. The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The subtle Alchemist that in a Trice Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute. XLIV. The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord, That all the misbelieving and black Horde Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword. FOR THE DAWWN OF NOTHING OH MAKE HASTE HOW LONG HOW LONG AN INFINITE PURSUIT OF THIS AND THAT ENDEAVOUR IN DISPUTE BETTER BE MERRY WITH THE FRUITFUL GRAPE THAN SADDIN AFTER NONE OR BITTER FRUIT YOU KNOW MY FRIENDS HOW LONG SINCE IN MY HOUSE FOR A NEW MARRIAGE I DID MAKE CAROUSE DIVORCED OLD BARREN REASON FROM MY BED AND TOOK THE DAUGHTER OF THE VINE TO SPOUSE FOR IS AND IS NOT THOUGH WITH RULE AND LINE AND UP AND DOWN WITHOUT I COULD DEFINE I YET IN ALL I ONLY CARED TO KNOW WAS NEVER DEEP IN ANYTHING BUT WINE AND LATELY BY THE TAVERN DOOR A GAPE CAME STEALING THROUGH THE DUSK AN ANGEL SHAPE BEARING A VESSEL ON HIS SHOULDER AND HE DID ME TASTE OF IT AND TWAS THE GRAPE THE GRAPE THAT CAN WITH LOGIC ABSOLUTE THE TWO AND SEVENTY JARRING SECTS CONFUTE THE SUBTLE ALCHEMIST THAT IN A TRICE LIFE'S LEADEN METAL INTO GOLD TRANSMUTE THE MIGHTY MACHMUD THE VICTORIOUS LORD THAT ALL THE MISBELIEVING AND BLACK HORDE OF FEARS AND SORROWS THAT INFEST THE SOUL SCATTERS AND SLAYS WITH ITS ENCHANTED SWORD
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