sed poscite Bacchi munera: quem vestrum pocula sicca iuvant? convenit ex aequo nec torvus Liber in illis qui se quique una vina iocosa colunt: convenit iratus nimium nimiumque severos: qui timet irati numina magna, bibat.
But do ye call for the gifts of Bacchus. For which of you have chill draughts charms? A mate and equal, with no front of menace, doth Liber show himself to such as pay their court to him and joyous wine at once; while without bound or measure runs his wrath against the austere. Whoso fears a mighty god in anger, let him drink.
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