THE CUP.
Here is pleasure; drink it down.Here is sorrow; drain it dry.Tilt the goblet, don’t ask why.Here is madness; down it goes.Here’s a dagger and a kiss,Don’t ask what the reason is.Drink your liquor, no one knows;Drink it bravely like a lord.Do not roll a coward eye,Pain and pleasure is one swordHacking out your destiny;Do not say, “It is not just.”That word won’t apply to life;You must drink because you must;Tilt the goblet, cease the strife.Here at last is something good,Just to warm your flagging blood.Don’t take breath—At the bottom of the cupHere is death:Drink it up.
Here is pleasure; drink it down.Here is sorrow; drain it dry.Tilt the goblet, don’t ask why.Here is madness; down it goes.Here’s a dagger and a kiss,Don’t ask what the reason is.Drink your liquor, no one knows;Drink it bravely like a lord.Do not roll a coward eye,Pain and pleasure is one swordHacking out your destiny;Do not say, “It is not just.”That word won’t apply to life;You must drink because you must;Tilt the goblet, cease the strife.Here at last is something good,Just to warm your flagging blood.Don’t take breath—At the bottom of the cupHere is death:Drink it up.
Here is pleasure; drink it down.Here is sorrow; drain it dry.Tilt the goblet, don’t ask why.Here is madness; down it goes.Here’s a dagger and a kiss,Don’t ask what the reason is.Drink your liquor, no one knows;Drink it bravely like a lord.Do not roll a coward eye,Pain and pleasure is one swordHacking out your destiny;Do not say, “It is not just.”That word won’t apply to life;You must drink because you must;Tilt the goblet, cease the strife.Here at last is something good,Just to warm your flagging blood.Don’t take breath—At the bottom of the cupHere is death:Drink it up.
Here is pleasure; drink it down.
Here is sorrow; drain it dry.
Tilt the goblet, don’t ask why.
Here is madness; down it goes.
Here’s a dagger and a kiss,
Don’t ask what the reason is.
Drink your liquor, no one knows;
Drink it bravely like a lord.
Do not roll a coward eye,
Pain and pleasure is one sword
Hacking out your destiny;
Do not say, “It is not just.”
That word won’t apply to life;
You must drink because you must;
Tilt the goblet, cease the strife.
Here at last is something good,
Just to warm your flagging blood.
Don’t take breath—
At the bottom of the cup
Here is death:
Drink it up.