  Here is pleasure; drink it down. Here is sorrow; drain it dry. Tilt the goblet, don’t ask why. Here is madness; down it goes. Here’s a dagger and a kiss, Don’t ask what the reason is. Drink your liquor, no one knows; Drink it bravely like a lord. Do not roll a coward eye, Pain and pleasure is one sword Hacking out your destiny; Do not say, “It is not just.” That word won’t apply to life; You must drink because you must; Tilt the goblet, cease the strife. Here at last is something good, Just to warm your flagging blood. Don’t take breath— At the bottom of the cup Here is death: Drink it up.
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