quin etiam deus ille, deus Iove prosatus ipso, et plantis uvas premit et de vitibus hastas integit et lynci praebet cratera bibenti.
And indeed that god renowned, the god sprung from very Jove, presses the grape-clusters with his feet, enwreaths the spear-like thyrsi from the vine-wands, and proffers a mixing bowl to a lynx that drinks thereof.
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