A Drink Is Shorter Than A Tale

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.

We Are Thinking About Bad Only Those Who Are Worse Than We Are, And Those Who Are Better Than Us ... I'm Just Not Up To Us ... One Does Not Follow It Than Smell Roses. Another Of The Bitter Herbs Will Produce Honey. Give Bread To One - Will Remember Forever. Another Life Donation - Do Not Understand.

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

And This I Know; Whether The One True Light Kindle To Love, Or Wrath Consume Me Quite, One Flash Of It Within The Tavern Caught Better Than In The Temple Lost Outright.

Oh! My Beloved! Fill The Cup, That Clears To-day Of Past Regrets And Future Fears.