With that wine which is the spirit of another life
Fill the cup—what matters a headache to you
Give it full into my hand for the affairs of the world are dark
Hasten O boy, for your life passes away.


P 52

Fill up of that wine which new life to the old is,
Though thy head ache; I pine till the cup in my hold is.
Quick! the need of the world as a tale that is told is
And life on the lapse with the wind on the wold is.

Th 713

Though thy head ache, the cup fill of that wine
Which still another life doth add to thine,
Give it to me ! But tales are earth's affairs!
Haste now ! for passing is this life of mine!

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