You know poor Acastor incurr'd this disaster,
By being too free o'er his wine.
A dreadful joke scarce from him broke,
When for the slave each roars,
To come and fetch th' unhappy wretch,
And turn him out of doors.
On him was put, like any brute,
Round his throat an iron necklace;
And he was handed, to be branded,
To Œneus rough and reckless.—L. S.