You see that when men drink, they then are rich;
They do whate'er they please,—they gain their actions,
They're happy themselves, and they assist their friends.
For amusing oneself with wine exalts, and cherishes, and
elevates the mind, since it inflames and arouses the foul, and
fills it with lofty thoughts, as Pindar says—
When the sad, laborious cares
Flee from the weary hearts of men,
And in the wide, expansive ocean
Of golden wealth we all set sail,
Floating towards the treacherous shore.
E'en he who is poor, is rich when he
Has fill'd his soul with rosy wine;
And he who's rich. . . .
And then he goes on—
Beneath the glad dominion of the vine.