Calcutta nr. 364
Come ! arise ! that I amy strike the harp with my fingers
I drink wine again, & strike the harp with my fingers
When I drink wine I drink it in a tavern
And this cup of reputation of yours we strike upon a stone.
Arise and come, so hand upon lute smite we;
Let's tipple and good on evil repute smite we:
What season we drink, in the tavern let's drink and the .flask
Of name and of shame on the stones underfoot smite we.