Who can talk of want or warfare when the wine is in his head,Not of thee, good father Bacchus, and of Venus fair and bright?But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,How 'twas wine that drove the Centaurs with the Lapithae to fight.And the Thracians too may warn us; truth and falsehood, good and ill,How they mix them, when the wine-god's hand is heavy on them laid!Never, never, gracious Bacchus, may I move thee 'gainst thy will,Or uncover what is hidden in the verdure of thy shade!