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English
1708
XLVII. And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press, End in the Nothing all Things end in  Yes  Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what Thou shalt be  Nothing  Thou shalt not be less. XLVIII. While the Rose blows along the River Brink, With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink: And when the Angel with his darker Draught Draws up to thee  take that, and do not shrink. AND IF THE WINE YOU DRINK THE LIP YOU PRESS END IN NOTHING ALL THINGS END IN YES THEN FANCY WHILE THOU ART THOU ART BUT WHAT THOU SHALT BE NOTHING THOU SHALT NOT BE LESS WHILE THE ROSE BLOWS ALONG THE RIVER BRINK WITH OLD CYME THE RUBY VINTAGE DRINK AND WHEN THE ANGEL WITH HIS DARKER DROUGHT DRAWS UP TO THEE TAKE THAT AND DO NOT SHRINK
 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. 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. XLVI. For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.  D 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 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 FOR IN AND OUT ABOVE ABOUT BELOW TIS NOTHING BUT A MAGIC SHADOW SHOW PLAYED IN A BOX WHOSE CANDLE IS THE SUN ROUND WHICH WE PHANTOM FIGURES COME AND GO
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