When filling thy cup, be sure to fill it quite!
Strive not for frothy fame or bubble wealth:
A passing dream -
A flashing flint -
A shadow's flight!
O what is knowledge, fire and superfire?
To innocent and simple joys resign!
When I go home, I'll carry on my back
A load of clouds -
A sweet-toned chin -
A pot of wine.
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