Girls too, young girls just budding into bloom,
Clad in transparent vests, stood near at hand
To serve us with fresh roses, and full cups
Of rich and fragrant wine, of which one glass
No sooner was despatch'd, than straight behold!
Two goblets, fresh and sparkling as the first,
Provoked us to repeat the increasing draught.
Away then with your ploughs, we need them not,
Your scythes, your sickles, and your pruning-hooks!
Away with all your trumpery at once!