This care dispatch’d, refresh the bending knees
Of thy tired hinds, and give thy unyoked oxen ease.
When Sirius and Orion the mid-sky
Ascend, and [117]on Arcturus looks from high
The rosy-finger’d morn, the vintage calls:
Then bear the gather’d grapes within thy walls.
Ten days and nights exposed the clusters lay
Bask’d in the lustre of each mellowing day:
Let five their circling round successive run,
Whilst lie thy frails o’ershaded from the sun: