ECB(i)
29 Who has woe? Who has will? Who has contentions? Who has meditation? Who has wounds gratuitously? Who has flushness of eyes?
30 They who linger at the wine; they who go to probe cocktails.
31 See not on the wine when it reddens - when it gives its eye in the pouch - when it passes in straightnesses:
32 and finally bites as a serpent and wounds as a hisser.
33 Your eyes see strange women and your heart words perversions:
34 yes, you - as he who lies in the heart of the sea - as he who lies on the top of a mast.
35 They smote me, and I was not sick; they hammered me, and I knew it not. When waken I? I seek it again and again.