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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!

O heart! when on the Loved One's sweets you feed,

You lose yourself, but 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.