Thou benefactor, guardian of my youth,—
Behold my sorrow, and mine agony! * * *
Sustain me, Jove, in my adversity! * * *
My flesh is melting with the dreadful blaze
Revolving round the vast infernal space:
My hunger and my thirst’s unbearable;
The noise of hell—most incomparable!—
From which, O Jove! with Pluto intercede,
That of these torments Bacchus may be freed:
And if ’tis possible, O Jupiter!