Nothing like simple element dilutes
The food, or gives the chyle so soon to flow. 430
But where the stomach, indolently given,
Toys with its duty, animate with wine
Th’ insipid stream: Tho’ golden Ceres yields
A more voluptuous, a more sprightly draught;
Perhaps more active. Wine unmix’d, and all 435
The gluey floods that from the vex’d abyss
Of fermentation spring; with spirit fraught,
And furious with intoxicating fire;