nec non Ausonii, Troia gens missa, coloni versibus incomptis ludunt risuque soluto, oraque corticibus sumunt horrenda cavatis, et te, Bacche, vocant per carmina laeta, tibique oscilla ex alta suspendunt mollia pinu.
Even so Ausonias swains, a race sent from Troy, disport with rude verses and laughter unrestrained, and put on hideous masks of hollow cork, and call on you, Bacchus, in joyous songs, and to you hang waving amulets from the tall pine.
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