LXVII
For after she declaims upon the vows
Of Faith, she pusillanimously bows
Before the Sultan's wine-empurpled throne,
While he and all his courtezans carouse.
LXVIII
Carouse, ye sovereign lords! The wheel will roll
Forever to confound and to console:
Who sips to-day the golden cup will drink
Mayhap to-morrow in a wooden bowl—
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