Prov. xxiii. 29-34
Who hath sorrows, who hath foes?
Who hath babblings, who hath strife?
Causeless wounds, and fancied foes?
Redden’d eyes? embitter’d life?
They that tarry at the wine,
They that love the feast and song,
They that round the bowl combine,
Early haste and tarry long.
Look not on the wine when red,
When it foams and sparkles bright,
Lo! it hides an adder’s head!
Like a serpent will it bite.
Wantons then will charm the eye,
Things perverse thy heart disclose,
On the billow shalt thou lie,
At the mast-head seek repose.
“I was stricken,” thou shalt say—
“Yet when beaten felt no pain—
When shall dawn another day?
I will seek it yet again!”
(John Pierpont)
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