Calcutta nr. 65
The tavern is peopled by my (habit of) wine-drinking
I bear the responsibility of two thousand sins
If I do not sin, what occupation has Mercy ?
The beauty of mercy becomes apparent by my sinning.
Through our toping the tavern in flourishing stead is;
The blood of relapses galore on our head is;
If I sinned not, indeed, what should Mercy be doing?
That "our sins are the set-off of Mercy," well said is.
The Tavern prospers from our drinking wine.
Blood of remorse be on thy head and mine.
If I ne'er sinned, what then would Mercy do?
For Mercy but awaits my sin and thine.