Why do you drink that old wine
And fantasize of Locrine,
In sadness weep, from gladness keep,
Madness reap, in joy not leap,
And rather sleep in death
Than live life with each breath?
Choose you now the way I live,
To do so, you life you give.
- Joshua Guillory
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