 | Silenus |  |
“Who would his flocks and people save,
And stands to fight in battle brave;
What should he meet
If he retreat
Beat back by overwhelming foes?
A crown of myrtle mixed with rose,
And cup of the reddest grape that grows!
And stands to fight in battle brave;
What should he meet
If he retreat
Beat back by overwhelming foes?
A crown of myrtle mixed with rose,
And cup of the reddest grape that grows!
“One who by words and shifty wiles
His true friend's love for him beguiles;
Our scorn to show
What best to throw
Over the head that brings disgrace?
The due of cheater false and base,
A cup of sour wine dashed in his face!
His true friend's love for him beguiles;
Our scorn to show
What best to throw
Over the head that brings disgrace?
The due of cheater false and base,
A cup of sour wine dashed in his face!
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“Then rash and foolish wine's abuse;
For good and bad wine has its use.
This cheers the brave;
That slights the knave.
And merit more who can desire
Than raising hero's glory higher,
And giving the cheat a bed of fire?”
For good and bad wine has its use.
This cheers the brave;
That slights the knave.
And merit more who can desire
Than raising hero's glory higher,
And giving the cheat a bed of fire?”
| Silenus | |