When all my writing has been doneExcept the final colophon,
And I must bid beloved verseFarewell for better or for worse,
Let me not linger o'er the pageIn doubting and regretful age;
But as an unknown scribe in someMonastic dim scriptorium,
When twilight on his labour fellAt the glad-heard refection bell,
Might add poor Body's thanks to beFrom spiritual toils set free,
Let me conclude with hearty zestLaus Deo! Nunc bibendum est!
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