so strong it tangles up my feet.
Sweet boy, I know I've had enough
Bring me some paler, sharper stuff
Postumia got some in.. And she's the one
who gets to tell this party how much fun
to have and when to slacken off the pace.
Mind you, she's drunk herself. That cheerful face
Is flushed from wine; her garland's all askew.-
Another drop of this, I'll be drunk too.
No, don't bring water. It just spoils the stuff
A waste of this good wine. I've had enough
Water's for older, sourer bitter men.
Perhaps I will toast Bacchus once again.
