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Needs must the tavern-haunter bathe in wine, Por none can make a tarnished name to shine; Go! bring me wine, for none can now restore Its pristine sheen to this soiled veil of mine.

I wasted life in hope, yet gathered not In all my life of happiness one jot; Now my fear is that life may not endure, Till I have taken vengeance on my lot!

Be very wary in the soul's domain, And on the world's affairs your lips refrain; Be, as it were, sans tongue, sans ear, sans eye, While tongue, and ears, and eyes you still retain.