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My friend spoke with insinuating tongue:
“Drink wine, and thy flesh shall be made whole. Look how
it hisses in the leathern bottle like a captured serpent.”
Oh fool! can the sun be forged into a cask stopped with
earthly bungs. I know not that the power of wine has ever
overmastered my sorrows; for these mighty giants I have found
as yet no resting-place.