LXVIII
Carouse, ye sovereign lords! The wheel will roll
Forever to confound and to console:
Who sips today the golden cup will drink
Mayhap to-morrow in a wooden bowl—
LXVIII
Carouse, ye sovereign lords! The wheel will roll
Forever to confound and to console:
Who sips today the golden cup will drink
Mayhap to-morrow in a wooden bowl—