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Your course annoys me, ye wheeling skies! Unloose me from your chain of tyrannies! If none but fools your favours may enjoy, Then favour me,—I am not very wise!

O City Mufti, you go more astray Than I do, though to wine I do give way; I drink the blood of grapes, you that of men: Which of us is the more bloodthirsty, pray?

'Tis well to drink, and leave anxiety Por what is past, and what is yet to be; Our prisoned spirits, lent us for a day, A while from reason's bondage shall go free!