"RIME LXV
All this year that is, I have scourged myself
of all the vices I used to have;
nothing remains to me but that of drinking,
for which may God excuse me,
for in the morning, when I am risen,
my body seems full of salt;
therefore, say: who could refrain
from wetting their tongue and palate?
And I would want nothing but Greek and Vernaccia wine,
for Latin wine annoys me more
than my woman, when she chases me away.
Bless him who first placed wine,
for it keeps me in calm all day long;
I do not, however, make a bad Latin out of it."
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