So Bacchus, rev’ling thus in his desires,
With flooded brain to heav’n at once aspires.
His saffron body sweated down in rills.
At length, o’erpower’d, he frenzically calls
To Jupiter,[114] “O Brother, come to me,
Bring down five thousand gods to help the glee!
O mighty and most gentle Venus,[115] give,
Give gen’rously thy aid that I may live!—
Bring with thee all thy own elect of stars,
Invite our friends—the brave and glorious Mars,