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English
1708
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. 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
id I adjourn My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn: And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live, Drink!--for once dead you never shall return." XXXV. I think the Vessel, that with fugitive Articulation answer'd, once did live, And merry-make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd How many Kisses might it take--and give. XXXVI. For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all obliterated Tongue It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!" XXXVII. Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn TO-MORROW and dead YESTERDAY, Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet! XXXVIII. One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, One moment, of the Well of Life to taste-- The Stars are setting, and the Caravan Starts for the dawn of Nothing--Oh, make haste! XXXIX. How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit Of This and That endeavour and dispute? Better be merry with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.  IN THE DARK AND A BLIND UNDERSTANDING HEAVEN REPLIED THEN TO THIS EARTHEN BOWL DID I ADJOURN MY LIP THE SECRET WELL OF LIFE TO LEARN AND LIP TO LIP IT MURMURED WHILE YOU LIVE DRINK FOR ONCE DEAD YOU NEVER SHALL RETURN I THINK THE VESSEL THAT WITH FUGITIVE ARTICULATION ANSWERED ONCE DID LIVE AND MARY MAKE AND THE COLD LIP I KISS'D HOW MANY KISSES MIGHT IT TAKE AND GIVE FOR IN THE MARKET PLACE ONE DUSK OF DAY I WATCHED THE POTTER THUMPING HIS WET CLAY AND WITH ITS ALL OBLITERATED TONGUE IT MURMURED GENTLY BROTHER GENTLY PRAY AH FILL THE CUP WHAT BROODS IT TO REPEAT HOW TIME IS SLIPPING UNDERNEATH OUR FEET UNBORN TO MORROW AND DEAD YESTERDAY WHY FRET ABOUT THEM IF TO DAY BE SWEET ONE MOMENT AN ANNIHILATION'S WASTE ONE MOMENT OF THE WELL OF LIFE TO TASTE THE STARS ARE SETTING AND THE CARAVAN STARTS 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
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