XIII
For truth it is, my maiden, we have had
Already more than our fair share of pleasure.
The good god Dionysus ivy-clad
Hath poured us out a draught of brimming measure.
Let us then rather give the lustiest praise
Our throats can sound than pray for further favour;
Even though our sorrow, eating up our days,
Devour us also. Gods enjoy the savour
Of Man's thanksgiving; from their holy place
Beholding mortals, they are wroth to see
Tears; they rejoice to see a proud glad face
Master of itself and of eternity.
Let us, reflecting on how dear we love,
Shew laughter and courage to the gods above!
Already more than our fair share of pleasure.
The good god Dionysus ivy-clad
Hath poured us out a draught of brimming measure.
Let us then rather give the lustiest praise
Our throats can sound than pray for further favour;
Even though our sorrow, eating up our days,
Devour us also. Gods enjoy the savour
Of Man's thanksgiving; from their holy place
Beholding mortals, they are wroth to see
Tears; they rejoice to see a proud glad face
Master of itself and of eternity.
Let us, reflecting on how dear we love,
Shew laughter and courage to the gods above!
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