Those who have come hither are agitated
(And are) anxious for glory & mirth and drunkenness
They drink of the bowl & become silent
They are all embraced in the dust of eternity .


F4 22

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.

P 251

They come and straightway busy with strife and stress they are;
With pleasure still distracted, mirth and liesse they are:
A cup they drink and waxing intoxicated straight,
Heaped headlong in the sluraber of nothingness they are.

Th 281

Those hither come that in ambition vie.
Distraught by drink, pleasures and luxury.
The goblet drain and silent in the earth
Wrapt in the sleep of Naught together lie.

Wh 237

Many have come, and run their eager race,
Striving for pleasures, luxuries, or place,
And quaffed their wine, and now all silent lie,
Enfolded in their parent earth’s embrace.

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