At the Fall of Rome, A.D. 455

Drink to Death, drink!
He's god o' the world.
Up with the cup--
Let no man shiver!
Up with the cup--
Let no man shrink!
Drink to death,
He's lord o' the breath
Of mortals hurled from the world
Into Oblivion's river!

Drink to Death, aye!
And then--to the dust!
Fill with a will--
And quaff like a lover!
Fill with a will--
Who dares a Nay!
Drink to Death!...
He lies who saith
That life is just--'tis a crust
Tossed to a slave in his hover!

Drink to Death!--So!
Who recks for the rest?
Love is above--
Or Hate, what matter?
Love is above--
Or Hell below.
Drink to Death,
For vile is the peth
Of Rome, and Shame is her name!
Then drink, and the goblet shatter!