—in lachrymas verterat omne merum.

    TIB. lib. i. eleg. 5.

Press the grape, and let it pour

Around the board its purple shower:

And, while the drops my goblet steep,

I'll think in woe the clusters weep.

Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine!

Heaven grant no tears, but tears of wine.

Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow,

I'll taste the luxury of woe.