hactenus est vixisse satis, dum copia noctis, cui cordi comes aeterna est Acherontis ad undam libertas, petat ille meas mensasque dapesque; et, victus mentem fuso per membra Lyaeo sopitoque necis morsu, medicamina cladis hauriat ac placidis exarmet fata venenis.
I am content to have lived till now. To-night is ours: if any man would fain go down to the river of Acheronb with Freedom as his companion for ever, let him come to my table and sup with me. There the wine shall spread through his frame and overpower his senses; death shall lose its sting, and he shall swallow the antidote for defeat, and disarm Fate by means of merciful poison.
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