No joy untasted, no delight untried
That innocence and virtue may approve,
And this gay festival afford, depart
Cheerful, like guests contented, to their home. —Anon.
Sappho. (Book xi. § 9, p. 731.)
Come, Venus, come!
Hither with thy golden cup,
Where nectar-floated flowerets swim!
Fill, fill the goblet up!