Calcutta nr. 330
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.
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.