Militia Colonel, Premier Peer,
Lieutenant of a County!
I speak high things! yet, god of wine,
For thee, I fear not to resign
These gifts of royal bounty.
[HORACE. BOOK III., ODE XXV. TO BACCHUS.
TRANSLATED BY FRANCIS.
Whither in sacred ecstasy,
Bacchus, when full of thy divinity,
Dost thou transport me? To what glades?