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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.
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Solomon ibn Gabirol
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