He Argues with Himself
The die is cast; come then, I must go on. Take courage, what do you care when you are drunk? I will make merry. Make merry? Whither, O heart, are you turning? What reason is there in love? Act quickly. When does thought precede speech? Much labour of wisdom is a waste. This only I know that Love destroys even the will of Zeus.
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