"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

21 April 2017

Rules.

Caravaggio, Bacchus, 1595


Come boy, and pour for me a cup
Of old Falernian. Fill it up
With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear;
Our host decrees no water here.
Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew,
The sluggish thin their blood with dew.
For such pale stuff we have no use;
For us the purple grape's rich juice.
Begone, ye chilling water sprite;
Here burning Bacchus rules tonight!

Catullu

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