I’ll lend you my name and inspire you to boot;
And besides, I’ll instruct you like me to entwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s Vine.’”
This sets Jove and the gods in an uproar. They fear that the petitioners will become too jovial. At length they relent. There are six stanzas, and the last is as follows:
“Ye sons of Anacreon, then join Hand in Hand,
Preserve unanimity, friendship, and love;
’Tis yours to support what’s so happily planned;
You’ve the sanction of gods and the fiat of Jove.
While thus we agree,
Our toast let it be,