By shepherds is forgotten, when in June,
Tall chesnuts keep away the sun and moon,
I rushed into the folly!
"Within his car aloft, young Bacchus stood.
Trifling his ivy dart, in dancing mood,
With sidelong laughing,
And little rills of crimson wine embrued
His plump white arms and shoulders, enough white,
For Venus pearly bite;
And near him rode Silenus on his ass,