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 In ecstasy surrounding us, With threefold transport rapturous, Of wine and song and loving.

The wise man with his cup you see Above the vulgar standing, As mountains looming up you see, The vale below commanding; The mountain shines in heaven's light, Our faces beam with clearer sight, Illumined by the goblet.

What is it Cato proffers us Instead of our good living? Than joys a revel offers us, What better is he giving? One thing I know—not he forsooth!