English poem
Wine, No. 46
by John Addington Symonds (1840–1893)
In dulci jubilo Sing we, make merry so! Since our heart's pleasure Latet in poculo, Drawn from the cask, good measure. Pro hoc convivio, Nunc, nunc bibito!
O crater parvule! How my soul yearns for thee! Make me now merry, O potus optime, Claret or hock or sherry! Et vos concinite: Vivant socii!
O vini caritas! O Bacchi lenitas! We've drained our purses Per multa pocula: Yet hope we for new mercies, Nummoram gaudia: Would that we had them, ah!
Ubi sunt gaudia? where, If that they be not there? There the lads are singing Selecta cantica: There are glasses ringing In villae curia; Oh, would that we were there!