tunc plurima buxus aeraque taurinos sonitu vincentia pulsus; ipse etiam gaudens nemorosa per avia sanas impulerat matres Baccho meliore Cithaeron: qualia per Rhodopen rabido convivia coetu Bistones aut mediae ponunt convallibus Ossae; illis semianimum pecus excussaeque leonum ore dapes et lacte novo domuisse cruorem luxus; at Ogygii si quando afflavit Iacchi saevus odor, tunc saxa manu, tunc pocula pulchrum spargere et immerito sociorum sanguine fuso instaurare diem festasque reponere mensas.
Then sounded many a boxwood pipe and cymbals louder than the beating of bullhide.  Cithaeron himself had merrily driven sane  mothers through the wooded wilds under a kinder Bacchus. Such feasts do Bistones in wild assembly lay out on Rhodope or amid Ossas vales; for them a sheep half living, food shaken from lions jaws, and blood diluted with new milk is luxury; but if ever the fierce odour of Ogygian Iacchus breathes upon them, then they love to scatter stones and winecups, and after spilling guiltless blood of comrades to begin the day afresh and reset the festal boards.
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