Pourquoy donc ne boirons nous pas?”
Capilupus imitated the ode, in an epitaph on a drunkard, which has thus been rendered:—
While life was mine, the little hour
In drinking still unvaried flew;
I drank as earth imbibes the shower,
Or as the rainbow drinks the dew;
As ocean quaffs the rivers up,
Or flushing sun inhales the sea:
Silenus trembled at my cup,
And Bacchus was outdone by me!