English poem
Bacchus, rosy God of wine
by Anonymous
Bacchus, rosy God of wine, With thy grapes my temples twine: Juice nectareous let me share, Smiling goblets, banish care.
When brisk mirth provokes the zest, Wine to wit stills adds a jest; Sparkling bumpers as they flow, Yield a balm to every woe.
On thy ever cheering tun, Let my thread of life be spun; Joyous at my latest breath, With a glass I'll welcome death.