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Ye mock me, wantons, that I come among you / Drunken, bedecked with garlands / Like a white sacrificial bull.
Laugh then!
So Cypris laughing shakes one petal down / From her rose-braided hair, / Honeyed with kisses, to perfume / The glowing purple that brims up this gold.
Laugh then, and mock, but kiss me! For what man / Would come among you sober? Wise, I come / Borne on Silenus' ass to praise Eros.