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O heart! when on the Loved One's sweets you feed, You lose yourself, yet find your Self indeed; And, when you drink of His entrancing cup, You hasten your escape from quick and dead!

Though I am wont a wine-bibber to be, Why should the people rail and chide at me? Would that all evil actions made men drunk, For then no sober people should I see!

Child of four elements and sevenfold heaven. Who fume and sweat because of these eleven, Drink! I have told you seventy times and seven, Once gone, nor hell will send you back, nor heaven.