Canto II, CLXXIXVolume II of this edition here.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication:
Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk
The hopes of all men, and of every nation;
Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk
Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:
But to return,— Get very drunk; and when
You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.
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