Boy cupbearer of old Falernian, pour me more pungent cups as bids the laws of
Postumia, mistress of the feast, drunker than a drunken grape. But off with you,
as far as you please, crystal waters, bane of wine, depart you to the sober:
here the Thyonian juice is pure.
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