Adde merum vinoque novos compesce dolores, occupet ut fessi lumina victa sopor; neu quisquam multo percussum tempora baccho excitet, infelix dum requiescit amor.
To Delia  More wine; let the liquor master these unwonted pains, that on my wearied eyes may fall triumphant sleep; and when the wine gods copious fumes have mounted to my brain, let none awake me from unhappy loves repose.
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