921 Who love the palm's intoxicating juice, each day, No rev'rence they command, their glory fades away.

922 Drink not inebriating draught. Let him count well the cost Who drinks. By drinking, all good men's esteem is lost.

923 The drunkard's joy is sorrow to his mother's eyes; What must it be in presence of the truly wise?

924 Shame, goodly maid, will turn her back for aye on them Who sin the drunkard's grievous sin, that all condemn.

925 With gift of goods who self-oblivion buys, Is ignorant of all that man should prize.

926 Sleepers are as the dead, no otherwise they seem; Who drink intoxicating draughts, they poison quaff, we deem.

927 Who turn aside to drink, and droop their heavy eye, Shall be their townsmen's jest, when they the fault espy.

928 No more in secret drink, and then deny thy hidden fraud; What in thy mind lies hid shall soon be known abroad.

929 Like him who, lamp in hand, would seek one sunk beneath the wave, Is he who strives to sober drunken man with reasonings grave.

930 When one, in sober interval, a drunken man espies, Does he not think, 'Such is my folly in my revelries'?