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Thine heart is even as mine.

I too am young, I will essay the dance.

Come, to the mountain fare we, chariot-borne.

Nay, so were the God's honour minishèd!

Age ushering age, I will escort thee on.

We shall not tire; the God will lead us thither.

Shall we alone of Thebes to Bacchus dance?

Yea, we alone are wise; the rest be fools.

Too long we linger. Come, grasp thou mine hand.

Lo there: clasp close the interlinking hand.

Not I contemn the Gods, I, mortal-born!

'Tis not for us to reason touching Gods.