Imitation of Catullus
CHANSON BACCHIQUE .
Boy, who the rosy stream dost pass,
Fill up for me the largest glass,
The largest glass and oldest wine —
The laws of drinking give as mine.
Still must my ever-thirsty lip
From large and flowing bumpers sip:
Ye limpid streams, where'er ye flow,
Far hence to water-drinkers go;
Go to the dull and the sedate,
And fly the God whose bowers ye hate.
Boy, who the rosy stream dost pass,
Fill up for me the largest glass,
The largest glass and oldest wine —
The laws of drinking give as mine.
Still must my ever-thirsty lip
From large and flowing bumpers sip:
Ye limpid streams, where'er ye flow,
Far hence to water-drinkers go;
Go to the dull and the sedate,
And fly the God whose bowers ye hate.
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