Not a toper by nature, but only in name.
Jolly wine, bringing laughter and friendly carouse,
I have promised, and ever will pay you my vows.[[12]]
[12]. Translation of J. P. Muirhead, M. A.
And in another of his mirthful, vinous phantasies:
To flee from my sadness, yet stay in one place,
I take horn and staff, and I practice the chase.
Catch, catch!
Drink, drink!
Hip, hip!