That day that there is not in my head the juice of the vine
Let there be poison, from the world my antidote is given
The sorrow of the world is a poison & its antidote is wine
I will drink the antidote & will not fear the poison.


P 556

What day the vine-juice in the town should fail me,
No theriac Time could proffer would avail me:
World's woe a poison is and wine its theriac;
This of my fear I drink lest that assail me.

Th 705

That day when vine-juice bides not in my head,
Time's proffered cure would poison be instead;
World's care is poison, wine its antidote,
I drink the cure, since I the poison dread.

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