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In Grief
by:
Alcaeus
(7th-6th century B.C.)
translated by Walter Petersen
Nay, give not up to
grief
, it profits nothing,
Nor do we remedy our ills by loathing.
O Bacchus, best our cares to still
It is to drink of
wine
our fill.
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