  Drink to Death, drink! He's god o' the world. Up with the cup— Let no man shiver! Up with the cup— Let no man shrink! Drink to death, He's lord o' the breath Of mortals hurled from the world Into Oblivion's river! Drink to Death, aye! And then—to the dust! Fill with a will— And quaff like a lover! Fill with a will— Who dares a Nay! Drink to Death!... He lies who saith That life is just—'tis a crust Tossed to a slave in his hover! Drink to Death!—So! Who recks for the rest? Love is above— Or Hate, what matter? Love is above— Or Hell below. Drink to Death, For vile is the peth Of Rome, and Shame is her name! Then drink, and the goblet shatter! |
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