| Some Sabine wine in simple cups You'll drink with me today. I put in in the jar myself, Remembering your accolades When the founding river echoed With the sounding of your praise, And even to the Vatican The merry laud was raised. Chez vous you drink Caecuban wine Or what they make in Cales; Good vints just don't get opened here; A simple red avails. |
| I xx To Maecenas |