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Friends drink the unalloyed pure wine
Drink upon the memory of idols & amiable clamour
Wine is the blood of the vine & the vine says to you
I make my blood lawful for you, drink wine happily.

 

Nic 208

Ô mon âme! bois de ce nectar limpide qui n'as pas été remué; bois-en à la mémoire de ces charmantes idoles qui ravissent les cœurs. Le vin est le sang de la vigne, ami, et la vigne te dit: Bois-en, puisque je te le rends licite.

P 441

O soul, of the unmixed wine, in the rose-time rare, drink thou;
To the name and the health of the heart-alluring fair drink thou:
Wine is the blood of the vine, and the vine saith to thee,
"My blood to thee lawful I've made"; so without spare drink thou.

Th 293

Drink pure wine, Soul, when roses scent the air,
Toasting the graceful, heart-alluring fair;
"Wine is the Grape's blood, and 't is lawful made;
Drink my sweet vintage!" doth the Grape declare.

Wh 250

O comrades! here is filtered wine, come drink!
Pledge all your charming sweethearts as you drink;
'Tis the grape's blood, and this is what it says,
"To you I dedicate my life-blood! drink!"

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