As if Bate knew some virtue not in Beet. —J. A. St. John.
Semos. (Book xiv. § 16, p. 992.)
Make way there, a wide space
Yield to the god;
For Dionysos has a mind to walk
Bolt upright through your midst. —J. A. St. John.
Semos. (Book xiv. § 16, p. 992.)
Bacchus, to thee our muse belongs,