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Vain study of philosophy eschew! Rather let tangled curls attract your view; And shed the bottle's life-blood in your cup, Or e'er death shed your blood, and feast on you.

O heart! can'st thou the darksome riddle read, Where wisest men have failed, wilt thou succeed? Quaff wine, and make thy heaven here below, Who knows if heaven above will be thy meed?

They that have passed away, and gone before, Sleep in delusion's dust for evermore; Go, boy, and fetch some wine, this is the truth, Their dogmas were but air, and wind their lore!