Maurices support gave my campaign instant credibility,

The Soul, doth ever rustle and repine.

Each morn I say, to-night I will repent,

Repent! and each night go the way I went -

The way of Wine; but now that reigns the rose,

Lord of Repentance, rage not, but relent.

I wish to drink of wine--so deep, so deep -

The scent of wine my sepulchre shall steep,

And they, the revellers by Omar's tomb,