Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow? Who contentions? Who complaining? Who wounds without cause? Who redness of eyes?
-- They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to try mixed wine.
Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it sparkleth in the cup, and goeth down smoothly:
at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Thine eyes shall behold strange women, and thy heart shall speak froward things;
and thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, and as he that lieth down upon the top of a mast:
-- ''They have smitten me, [and] I am not sore; they have beaten me, [and] I knew it not. When shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.''