The sixth in vats the gifts of Bacchus press;
Of Bacchus gladdening earth with store of pleasantness.
But when beneath the skies [118]on morning’s brink
The Pleiads, Hyads, and Orion sink;
Know then the ploughing and the seed-time near:
Thus well-disposed shall glide thy rustic year.
But if thy breast with nautical desire
The perilous deep’s uncertain gains inspire,
When chased by strong Orion down the heaven
Sink the seven stars in gloomy ocean driven;