And th’ odious memory of Pelop’s sons revive in verse.
II.
God of the grape, thou potent boy,
Thou only object of our cordial vows,
To thee alone I consecrate my heart,
Ready to follow thee in ev’ry part:
Thy influence sweet mirth bestows,
For thee alone I’d live and die in scenes of joy.
Thy bounty all our wishes still prevents;
Thy wond’rous sweetness calms to soft repose