Each for a god or whomsoever may
Possess the courage to come there to play.
Bacchus, not oftentimes as then so shrewd,
Saw his advantage, and his aim pursued:
He, great in stature, bearded to the waist,
True to his character (refresh’d with rest),
Avail’d himself of Leo’s brightest hour,
And deign’d to love. Nought could withstand his power.
Like a fat ox, his loins were fair to view,—
The pith of happiness,—he never knew