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The starry aspects are not all benign; Why toil then after vain desires, and pine To lade thyself with load of fortune's boons, Only to drop it with this life of thine?

O comrades! here is filtered wine, come drink! Pledge all your charming sweethearts, as you drink; 'Tis the grape's blood, and this is what it says, "To you I dedicate my life-blood! I drink!"

Are you depressed? then take of bang one grain. Of rosy grape-juice take one pint or twain; Sufis, you say, must not take this or that, Then go and eat the pebbles off the plain!