Book XII, 117

“ Let the die be cast; light the torch; I will go.” “ Just look! What daring, heavy with wine as thou art!” “ What care besets thee? I will go revelling to her, I will go.’ “Whither dost thou stray, my mind?”’ “Doth love take thought? Light up at once.” ‘ And where is all thy old study of logic ?.” Gi Ye “ Away with the long labour of wisdom; this one thing alone I know, that Love brought to naught the high mind of Zeus himself.”