I will fill a one-maund goblet with wine, I will enrich myself with two half-maunds of wine: First I will thrice pronounce the divorce from learning and faith,[64] And then I will take the daughter of the vine[65] to spouse. _Ref._: C. 175, L. 267, B. 263, P. 288, P. v. 209.--V. 271. LVI. For «IS» and «IS-NOT» though with Rule and Line And «UP-AND-DOWN» by Logic I define, Of all that one should care to fathom, I Was never deep in anything but--Wine. This quatrain is translated from O. 120: I know the outwardness of existence and non-existence,[66] I know the inwardness of all that is high and low; Nevertheless let me be ashamed of[67] my own knowledge If I recognise any degree higher than drunkenness. _Ref._: O. 120, L. 523, B. 518, S.P. 299, P. 265, B. ii. 409, P. v. 38.--W. 336, N. 300, V. 563. LVII.* Ah, but my Computations, People say, Reduced the Year to better reckoning?--Nay, 'Twas only striking from the Calendar Unborn To-morrow and dead Yesterday. This quatrain owes its inspiration to C. 381 and O. 20, ll. 3 and 4: My enemies erroneously have called me a philosopher,[68] God knows I am not what they have called me; But, as I have come into this nesting place of sorrow, In the end I am in a still worse plight, for I know not who I am. _Ref._: C. 381, L. 580, B. 573, B. ii. 383, T. 259.--W. 350, V. 619. Never has grief lingered in my mind concerning two days,[69] The day that has not yet come, and the day that is past. _Ref._: O. 20, C. 23 and 55, L. 84, S.P. 22, B. 80, P. 162, B. ii. 24 and 88, P. ii. 2, T. 22 and 305, P. v. 140 and 186.--W. 26, N. 22 and 42, V. 83. LVIII. And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape! This quatrain is a refined version of C. 297. Yesterday, whilst drunk, I was passing a tavern, I saw a drunken old man bearing a vessel on his shoulder. I said, «Old man, does not God make thee ashamed?» He replied, «God is merciful, go, drink wine!» _Ref._: C. 297, L. 462, B. 458, S.P. 243, P. 278, T. 197.--W. 284, N. 244, V. 501. LIX. The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute; The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute; This quatrain is translated from O. 77. Drink wine, that will banish thine abundant woes. And will banish thought of the Seventy-two Sects; Avoid not the Alchemist,[70] from whom Thou takest one draught, and he banishes a thousand calamities. _Ref._: O. 77, C. 165, L. 305, B. 301, S.P. 179, P. 283, T. 112, P. v. 152.--W. 194, V. 308. LX. The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord, That all the misbelieving and black Horde Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.