Thanks to the gods! I leave a stock behind me
Of healthy dithyrambics, fully form'd,
A credit to their years;—not one among them
Without a graceful chaplet on his head:—
These to the Muses' keeping I bequeath,
(We long were fellow-nurslings,) and with them
Be Bacchus and fair Venus in commission.—
Thus far, Sir, for my testament:—for respite,
I look not for it, mark, at Charon's hand,
(Take me, I would be understood to mean