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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By Gotthold Ephraim Lessing (1729–1781)

HO, friends! it thunders! Let us drink!

Fill up the bowl! For what care we?

Let hypocrites and villains shrink,

And minions bend the servile knee!

It thunders! drain the glasses dry!

Nor start like women with affright:

Just Jove may lash the sea-surge high,

His nectar he will never smite.