“Blest is the goblet, oh! how blest,
Which Heliodora’s lips have pressed!
Oh! might thy lips but meet with mine,
My soul should melt away in thine.”
Agathias also says:
“I love not wine; but thou hast power
T’ intoxicate at any hour.
Touch first the cup with thine own lip,
Then hand it round for mine to sip,
And temperance at once gives way;