Far from strife and love's alarms

Far from strife and love's alarms,
With joyous heart, and mind at ease,
Time was when with resistless charms
Bacchus knew the way to please.

When while the merry glee went round,
Gaily I saw each minute pass,
Nor ever had I heard a sound
Like the sweet tinkling of the glass.

My flask now broke, and spilt my wine,
For Cupid Bacchus' joys I quit,
The myrtle kills the blighted vine,
And love, turn'd fate, cries out submit.