With Roses Interwoven, Poplar Wreaths
Their Temples bind, dress of Sylvestrian Gods:
Choicest Nectarian Juice Crown’d largest Bowls,
And over look’d the lid, alluring sight,
Of fragrant Scent, attractive, tast Divine!
Whether from Formain Grape depress’d, Falern
Or Setin, Massic, Gauran, or Sabine,
Lesbian or Cæcuban the chearing Bowl
Mov’d briskly round, and spur’d their heightened wit
To sing Mecœna praise their Patron kind.