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TO HIS JAR.

Horace

O thou goodly cask, that wast brought to light at the same time with me

in the consulship of Manlius, whether thou containest the occasion of

complaint, or jest, or broils and maddening amours, or gentle sleep;

under whatever title thou preservest the choice Massic, worthy to be

removed on an auspicious day; descend, Corvinus bids me draw the

mellowest wine. He, though he is imbued in the Socratic lectures, will

not morosely reject thee. The virtue even of old Cato is recorded to

have been frequently warmed with wine. Thou appliest a gentle violence

to that disposition, which is in general of the rougher cast: Thou

revealest the cares and secret designs of the wise, by the assistance of

merry Bacchus. You restore hope and spirit to anxious minds, and give

horns to the poor man, who after [tasting] you neither dreads the

diadems of enraged monarchs, nor the weapons of the soldiers. Thee

Bacchus, and Venus, if she comes in good-humor, and the Graces loth to

dissolve the knot [of their union], and living lights shall prolong,

till returning Phoebus puts the stars to flight.

 

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