XXVII.

TO HIS CUP-BOY.

Thou youngling drawer of Falernian old Crown me the goblets with a bitterer wine As was Postumia's law that rules the feast Than ebriate grape-stone more inebriate. But ye fare whither please ye (water-nymphs!) 5 To wine pernicious, and to sober folk Migrate ye: mere Thyonian juice be here!

Boy cupbearer of old Falernian, pour me fiercer cups as bids the laws of Postumia, mistress of the feast, drunker than a drunken grape. But ye, hence, as far as ye please, crystal waters, bane of wine, hie ye to the sober: here the Thyonian juice is pure.